A Poem for Caylee Anthony
You fade away with the scent of chloroform
and dream yourself into darkness.
You are forced to separate yourself from the living.
You fall asleep in comfort
and awake in darkness.
cold, wet darkness.
You watch your mother’s lies
and brutal accusations.
you watch the woman that once cradled you
glare at the people who loved you the most.
You feel her cold, pitiful stares
and burn inside when she smiles.
You watch them take out a bag
Disgusting and eerie.
the one you were stuffed into.
You watch them show off duct tape
Torn and ripped.
What was once on your hair
what was once covering your mouth
suppressing your breath.
Sealed with a Sticker
a
tiny
heart
Sticker.
you hear the stories.
you know the lies
you see their faces
You watch the jury
and you hear what they think
you try to sway what they think to the correct answer
but is too hard.
You in this moment, little Caylee,
Are God…
you know all
you see all
you hear all
But even God can’t give you justice that earth owes you.
all you can do is helplessly watch…
Helplessly watch as a court tries to give you
justice.
A justice that they can’t justify.
I didn’t know you
I never held you
I never looked into you innocent eyes.
all I know is that you were Robbed.
you were blindly robbed by someone dear to you.
you will never feel the suns kisses
or feel the rain on your eye lashes.
you never had a chance to go to school
you never had a chance to hate school
you never felt real hope
real Dispare
real happiness.
you will never find a partner to share your life and soul with
You will never be what God Intended you to be,
because someone took that away from you
Little Caylee,
Silent Angle,
Sing to us your truths
sing them slow and soft
let the slim from the court cease
and let the jury hear your truth
Give them the verdict.
give them the verdict to justify your death
to justify the 80 plus years that were taken from you
to justify every human joy that was robbed from you
to justify every gasp of air you made that fateful day.
…to justify the betrayal that you carried to heaven…
Sing me your sorrow filled songs
Sing me your tears
sing me your heart
sing me your truth.
but most of all
little Caylee,
Sing me
God’s warmth.
___________________
Rest in Peace Caylee Marie Anthony
2005-2008
