Newtown Catharsis Poem by J.C. Tribble, III

Newtown Catharsis



A wild animal runs through the halls.
Smashing cans against the wall.
Warmth of innocence flows by hands insane.
Lost but not forgotten, with strength regained.
The Fallen Shall Be Forever Missed.

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This poem is dedicated to the children and adults who were lost in the Newtown, Connecticut tragedy on 12/12.
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