My heart is heavy right now
You used to be called Bunny Park
Because there is a large family of bunnies
Living among your beautiful greens.
Now you are the Murder Park
because of that horrible tragedy.
I was walking my dog as I usually do
But this time I saw it sitting there
A memorial just for you.
24 years old when you lost your life
And the craziest part,
A 14 year old
holding the knife.
What is this world?
I feel like humans are a sickness to the earth
Staining its green grasses red.
I didn't even know you but,
It makes my heart hurt for you
Gone too soon.
About the Creator
Tressa Rose
On a serious self-discovering, soul-searching journey. Breaking myself out of a stagnant shell and reaching out for my dream of being a writer.
Co-author of Bounce Back- Dreams to Reality: Faith Over Fear
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