Scrawling ideas in search of relief

She stops to pause

To slow her pain

But nothing lets her forget that day

The day, her music died.

A bright summer day,

Full of potential and hope

Turned drastically wicked in a matter of hours

Sleep is one beauty she will never regain

After witnessing her world shattering

Never to be put back again.

Her and her family,

Quietly sitting around

Peaceful and solemn,

Tranquility found.

Then, there was a sharp bang at the window,

And then another at the door,

And quickly a man wound up on their floor.

Cold blooded and ruthless,

This man went around,

He struck each one of her family members down.

Except for the girl, a smart one, she was

She went to the closet to keep safe,

And breathing slowly and quietly she waited ‘til dawn,

To come from her post, not even starting a yawn.

She crept to her knees and stumbled into her home,

But a home she will never consider it again.

For each of her family was lying on the ground,

Pools of abomination

Victims of rage

She stands and just looks upon her old family.

She slowly starts away, towards the phone, then the door

Opens it and runs until she can’t run anymore

She ends up in a park and sits on a small bench

Watching and listening to everything

Anything

Two small blue birds, flutter on by

Jealously watching them fly to their nest,

Where their family awaited them, sitting patiently

Until one bird, the smallest of all

Decided to fly

But couldn’t

And falls

She slowly moves over toward the small flightless bird

Picks it up and gently holds it while the parents start to sing

She gently lets down the bird while the parents swoop down

She watches, curiously, as they try to lift it up

But the fall was too much

As the parents sing,

Slowly closing its eyes,

The bird dies

The parents stopped singing and looked toward the sky,

It was the day, their music died.