Mollie
No more shall we know,
Our days unfulfilled,
May you know peace,
Over we with wet tears;
Real are the words of your missive,
Ever the magical memories; Never
Knowing or seeing Your fullest bloom,
In nights and days past this repulse;
Lives lives of wanted, wasted hearts, Who
Lost beats to mean and unseen hands.
Ill digits dance five by five,
Never knowing where they slink, to
Grab and ghost the innocent life.
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John, Congrats in this outstanding poem, and as a new poet, Welcome to Poem Hunter! I followed the Mollie case, daily, from when it broke, until its unwanted end just a little over a month later. Why does evil triumph over good? How can a nobody be permitted to eradicate the life of a somebody? You have done justice to memorializing a sweet and precious life, loved by all, and gone far too soon.An innocent and lawful jog is not supposed to end your life!