Cassie

• Caitlin Young, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2013

The tears run down her silent face,
Her lip trembles, saving grace.
A broken life, a cold embrace,
Safety in this wasted place.

Now cold as stone the tears they run,
Pulling out the ice-cold gun,
"Do you believe in God?" she asked herself.
Put the gun to her head and then said, "Yes."