help us all
Date: Monday, 1st November 2004 @ 11:30:17 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry


Contributed By: RICHARD_CAMPBELL

That pounding sound,
that painfull look.
that loud cry ,make everyone shook.
that pale stear ,that last gaps for air.
who shot my son ,a mother declear.

wailing ,crying and falling down,
fear as finnally concour this ground.
my life ,my son and my friend
by for now.


This poem is Copyright © RICHARD_CAMPBELL



Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT.
If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from
the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission.
If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works,
he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf.

This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com
https://www.your-poetry.com/

The URL for this poem is:
https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=69662