Rachel BaByBeAr Anderson

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Never Too Late - Poem by Rachel BaByBeAr Anderson

Reaching into this darkness
holding out a hand
searching for help
Sharp blades scratching
Blood falling
A life lost
Tortured souls breathing
Bullets shooting
Death knocking
Another life lost
Ideas forming
Memories seeping
tears streaming
Pills swallowed
Another life lost

A young child
tortured and bullied
Pushed further than any limit
bullied into a corner
with no light to guide
Death bows his mighty head to them
reaching out a hand

Dead bodies found
in their rooms
surrounded by blood and despair
A crying father
A dying mother
and a guilty bully
A child has died
suicide reeking
death reaping another soul

we are nothing to decide death
as we are nothing to create it
endless misery is all that is found
open your eyes
hold out a hand
its never too late
to help one who desperately needs it


Comments about Never Too Late by Rachel BaByBeAr Anderson

  • Prince Obed de la Cruz (12/27/2009 10:56:00 AM)


    yeah... the world is much more desolated than the past and we should keep on helping...

    we should live not to be called a hero but to be a hero.

    -OBED D.C.

    December 28,2009
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 27, 2009



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