Melancholy Molly Poem by Christopher White

Melancholy Molly



Among the streets of fire,
Where metal monsters roam,
Melancholy Molly
Dreams of the life she'd known.

Her mummy and her daddy
Were still alive and well,
Their hearts were dually beating
And absent from this hell.

Crimson clouds now fill the sky,
And the preacher's voice is dead.
Melancholy Molly
Lies abandoned in her bed.

Thunder is all she hears,
And crying fills the air.
No longer can she fight
This relentless nightmare.

Soon the rain of bullets
Soak families and friends
Melancholy Molly
Will never see the end.

The creatures of this circus,
Would find her safe and sound,
And as they hurt her body
She'll slowly hit the ground.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Cindy Kreiner Sera 03 April 2009

Gives me goosebumps....you have started off very well, will keep reading - Cindy

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Shagun Khera 03 April 2009

heartwarming poem...beautifully penned...

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