Rain falls from above,
As if heaven itself were crying,
Mourning a loss so great
It needs to spread it’s grief around.

The reason for this deluge
A person forced to take their life,
Someone pure of heart and soul
That heaven now will never know.

Teased too far, abused enough,
Ready to commit the biggest sin,
Willing to condemn their selves
To an eternity of suffering in hell.

by Hanna Collins

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Comments (3)

Incredible poem Hanna. You put us to shame!
Hanna.......What emotion.......excellent poem
another well writen poem.