Remember me?
Well, I’m dead now.
This is my story,
As I lie there bled out.
You’ve murdered me,
My family is worried.
I was only a kid of three,
When I was stabbed.
Looking for someone?
You’re looking in the wrong place.
I was murdered by the one,
He sent me straight to Heaven’s gates.
His name I uttered,
Will be the past me.
By what you murdered,
Well, it is the death lately.
His name is Willy Graft,
A person with a motivation,
Well, of course, to have me killed,
Was his only truest satisfaction.
I was stabbed and left to bleed,
As my family wept at my funeral.
As the story by Dr. Seuss was read,
My family was scarred while emotional.
So Mr. Graft,
Why did you kill boys?
He got up and left,
They are little hell pits.
Now he was satisfied,
His intentions were high.
My brother still cried,
He didn’t want to see me die.
Are you happy now Mr. Graft?
Why did he kill me you wonder?
My brother’s life is wrecked.
Why don’t you ask him to bother?
I was only three years old and dead,
He got what he wanted all along.
It’s hopeless I was surely in the past,
His motives to kill wasn’t a child’s playing.
Nevertheless, I am just a little kid,
And my family is dearly missing me.
Happy is what the feeling is for Mr. Graft,
Because he is murderous of children of three.
I am up there in Heaven crying,
Because I am dead and gone.
Never should I come to his deceiving,
Because I am left there alone.
The reality is,
That I’ve been fatal.
My life is surely missed,
Crying is at my funeral.
My family will not be happy,
For me is their only motives.
However I am up there heavenly,
Stuck to haunt Mr. Graft for centuries.
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