A solemn whisper in the night
that turned a heart into a tragedy
of combined situations that would
touch the meadow of souls in search of an answer.
It shouldn't be -
screaming into the yielding winds.
The rage of such a heartless act
that will transform lives to become numb....
for there is disbelief of such heartache inflicted
The terrifying thought of another human's manner
of disruption that digs into the logs
and releases the maggots
that feed upon the story of such horrible domain
Oh, release the child from her last sights.
Allow her to crossover the boundary of heavenly lights.
Let there be closure on the earth path she so tip-toed on
Let's end this journey and mark her grave with tulips
For she was a child born into the hands of recklessness.
for Caylee Anthony, a child 's story
that is haunted me from the beginning.
by Melissa Rubin
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