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Author: Scorpio

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The place that I used to love
I now had learned to hate
The place that I used to love
Was now consumed by fate
I have the strength, I have the courage
But I lack the will
For this place I used to love
Dug a hole no one can fill
The place of my inspiration
The place that was my muse
Has now sparked a flame
That no one can diffuse
I will not go back
Not for the clouds in the sky
For that place is where
God let two little girls die

------- Author's Notes -------

I couldn't really think of a suitable name for this. Summary for its inspiration: I used to go into the woods a lot- It always helped me think of things, or clear my mind. And honestly, it worked miracles on me. But not too long ago, two little girls (one of whom I knew) were murdered in the very woods I live by, went to all the time, and well- I was there in the woods the day they were murdered. I can always walk by and look at it, but I can never go into it again for the fact that in its beauty was also a curse. It's not the best thing I could come up with, I was actually riding my bike alongside the woods when I came up with this, but it's a tribute to the two girls.

R.I.P. Krystal Tobias and Laura Hobbs, May 9, 2005

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Comments on this poem/writing:

Pondering Red (65.93.156.136) -- Wednesday, June 1 2005, 01:33 am

expressive

good flow of ryhme with a nice flowing rhythm...
strong emotion..
what a tradgedy !
Scorpio (67.167.17.97) -- Thursday, June 2 2005, 01:44 am

Thank you

It's not something I'm used to writing, and I'm not too fond of the last stanza, but I figured I could at least do something since I couldn't do anything else. Thanks a lot, I appreciate it.
barb (66.46.241.101) -- Thursday, June 2 2005, 03:12 am

sad

very good tribute to the girls who lost their life. Your writing just seemed so passionate.
Scorpio (67.162.2.172) -- Thursday, June 16 2005, 07:41 am

I appreciate it

Thank you, barb. I felt this was the least I could do- I couldn't attend their funeral and I wanted to do something to recognize that I cared. Now though, I don't feel as depressed over their death, but now for the people they left behind to mourn. Thanks once again.
 
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