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The Boston Massacre 26.2


I try to make sense of what has been done Taking down the best of us. Those who try to prove each day that we can overcome the obesity epidemic We can create a fit America Not just those who sit in a cubicle, but those who make a difference and those who cared enough to watch Families cut down limb by limb life to soul An American staple forever tainted An event worn on car bumper stickers for a life time A number famous and universal no matter the language worldwide recognition turned black with soot and dust The Boston massacre Massacre: the act or an instance of killing a number of usually helpless or unresisting human beings under circumstances of atrocity or cruelty People from nations come together for one event, thousands of people. All trying for the same goal and different goals Some fast some finish but all affected by the 26.2 A lifestyle, a positive message, a life changer Game changer It hardly seems fair that these who show perseverance and those who support it are those who are wounded in battle Wounded in their prime. I commend the ones who continued running, those who deserve the right to say 27.2 and more, those who ran straight into hospitals cause they were the lucky ones And those who got up to finish after being thrown to the ground, just to honor the 26.2 and those who were taken down The young support watching their father only to watch their life end instead, while their family was torn to bits both figuratively and literally Son, daughter, mother father, aunt, uncle, friend, grandparent It could be your coach, your teacher, your neighbor But now they aren’t here no more, because life isn’t fair. Life creates cruel and wonderful mysteries, this the latter We don’t know We may never know But we must not forget we must honor And we must know The Boston massacre 26.2 -Kyle Essex 4-16-13
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Kylle18

Hey, I am a college student. I am a Phys Ed Major exercise science minor and music minor. For hobbies I sing, play guitar, and I am a Speed skater. I use poetry as an outlet primarily for love and depression. Poetry has been my safe outlet when I get under, but I am still here strong and continue to write.

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