I want to sing a song.
A beautiful song.
A sad song.
A fitting song.
Something like “Angel,”
By Sarah MacLaclan.
For the sweet. Innocent. Dead.
Norwegian children.
Could have grown up,
To be geniuses.
Troubled geniuses,
Like Amy Winehouse.
We’ll never know now.
All that potential.
All that talent.
All Gone.
I want to sing,
A song for them.
But the words,
The beautiful words.
Will only come out,
As tears.
Maybe it’s better this way, Amy.
You know that I’m no good.
Random Misanthrope 
A sharp commentary, well done!
It’s as if the word “loss” is too small to adequately cover it.
Thank you for this.
Thank you, Ken. Loss is too small a word. What happened during that weekend of tragedy left a enormous gaping wound. Well, a metaphorical one, anyway…
so sad. well written
A saad and fitting commentary on a tragic day of loss. So many times, all we can do is ask, why?
So sad, but a nice piece to read, I enjoyed this very much
This is very well done. You hit the emotion exactly right. Thank you so much — you expressed what I have been feeling.
You’re very welcome! And thank you so much for reading.
amazing, check out REview Tuesday at Jingle Poetry Blog , your blog is on,
happy it,
notify your peers /team members as well..
We thank you so much! I have commented on the review and also posted an update about it here.
How poignant … sad, but well written ~~