Almost Eighteen

Almost Eighteen


It was a tragedy that struck me that day,
as I was walking along my merry way.

I rounded up at a cold and dark alley.
Not once, expecting what would happen to me.

Back at the house, everyone was waiting for
the crazy, cheerful girl to open the door.

I was taken by surprise, a hand grabbed me
from the very depths of that dark, cold alley.

His sharp, leering eyes surveyed me up and down.
Then, with one swift swing, I was brought to the ground.

They were all prepared; food, music, tasty cake.
The latter, her sweet sister lovingly baked.

I lay there, pale and weak, eyes shining with tears.
My life flashing before me-- seventeen years.

Fear did not even register on my face.
It had been quick, in seconds, pain erased.

Back at that house, no one was there anymore.
Been a year since the police opened that door.

I stood outside this warm home looking after,
my happy family's bright smiles and laughter.

They have forgotten all about foolish me.
Walked in alive, then out dead from that alley...



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