SOULLESS

Deceased…
The absence of a soul.
Buried…
Placed within a hole.
Dead…
Without breath of life within.
Killed…
The victim to one’s sin.
Gone forever…
Impossible to bring them back.
So sad…
The laughter you come to lack.
Irreplaceable…
The one you miss so much.
The body…
Of one you truly loved.

4-4-1990 Wednesday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Another Murder

How many more will die
The victim to a crime?
When I turn around,
There is another one down on the line.
In the river, it’s becoming
A familiar place to die.
How many more will suffer?
And please tell me, Why?

10-29-1989 Sunday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: S.H.
A friend for life or death.