I’ve been trying my hand at some macabre creative writing lately. Here’s a poem from my portfolio of darkness.
That little girl is here no more.
She’s taken her things down to the shore.
Tied a rope around her feet;
and left you a note of where to meet.
“In heaven of course,” she wrote with a smile.
“I’m sorry if it will be a while.”
But she couldn’t stay, she had to go.
An answer to a question you’ll never know.
Now she belongs to the blue of the ocean.
He mirrors her image with every motion.
Keep her memory, innocent and true,
She’s up there, I promise, waiting for you.