Missing Poetry

She was seventeen
He was twenty-six
Now I have to wonder
What will they miss?

I can’t stop but think
Why must this be?
Are we that selfish?
Cannot we spare someone in need?

One got a way
And one they have found
But the other two
Why are they still bound?

The water washed away
All that remains
Sink to the bottom
I don’t want to explain

Three in total
This makes me sick
I wish I could be God
I would fix all of this

If I were He
I would take away
All the pain and the sorrow
You won’t go astray

I’d be a bad god
For I hate when we suffer
I would make life so easy
Would you even bother?

For now I sit back
Help all that I can
Every day I wonder
When will this happen again?


04/10/09