Fallen

This poem was one of my first ones written.

She sits on the front porch,
Wondering about the world around her.
The air is thin, a crisp freeze.
Alone, scared, and feeling weary
About her life dreams and goals.
What does her future hold, and
How many times will she be disappointed?
Does she really care about her life?
Hoping she can grow up and be a strong
Woman with goals and a bright career.
Yes!
Yes, that's it!
She will start to live and
Love her life.....Yes
Just realizing then as she sits
On her front porch.....No! No!
As the blood flows down the wooden
Boards, blackness falls upon her.....