The Night Is Done Poem by Sabrina ...

The grass is dying
the father is lying.
The sky is black
color never to come back.
My heart is cold
so many stories untold.
My wrists are scarred
my love is barred.
The rain is falling
the grave is calling.
As I say goodbye
never will I cry.
Not a tear to be shed
for I'm already dead.
My fingers are blue
they haven't a clue.
My lashes flutter
and my lasy words I mutter.
The night is done
thanks to the gun.