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Amy's Shoes

Reality is shaken with a desperate plea-
Another soul has been set free.
Thick tears falling, breaking ground-
Where tragedy screams, there is no sound.
This scene is crushing; it's touch and go-
It's in black and white and playing slow.
The end is certain, though not one to expect-
Every word held back has turned to regret.
Why this loss, Lord? It's not fair-
Please wake me from this stark nightmare.
Two footprints are left like ghosts in sand-
Knowing only that she's in better hands.
Take her, God, and set her free-
But tell her to remember me.

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This is definitely a (10) not a (1) , I think that must have been a mistake. I love this poem----Melvina
'The end is certain, though not one to expect- Every word held back has turned to regret.' Love it...