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the story of an hour

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Ethan Halo
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0 posted 04-29-2000 12:12 AM       View Profile for Ethan Halo   Email Ethan Halo   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions   Click to visit Ethan Halo's Home Page   View IP for Ethan Halo

Story of an Hour
It was 3am when the snow would fall.
So cold, your heart could freeze in your chest.
It was 3am when you made that call.
You said you could sleep, but you couldnít rest.

Itís 3am and you lost your soul.
You cried it up through your eyes.
Itís 3am and the world, as a whole,
doesnít know or care that your alive.

Itís 3am and heís too drunk to know the crime.
He might be passed out all day.
Itís 3am, but thereís no black eye this timeÖ
Itís getting worse, yíknow you canít stay.

Itís 3am and you pray for one good dream.
But the powers that be never got the call.
Itís 3am; you stumble and scream.
Please stop saying itís all your fault.

Itís 3am; a dreamless sleep.
A frantic ring brought me back.
Itís 3am; a shepherdless sheep
Cried because her wool was black.

Itís 3am and the worldís in black and white.
The sky hasnít a single star.
Itís 3am; your spiritís too torn to fight.
All your make-up canít hide that scar.

Itís 3am; thereís a shimmer on your wrist.
In your ear; my fearful cries.
Itís 3am and your daughter was kissed.
She never heard those last good-byes.

Itís 3am and Iím screaming fear and pain.
Iíve never felt so god damn helpless.
Itís 3am and youíre breaking the chain.
Over the phone, it sounds like knife and flesh.

Itís 3am; when life begins.
Itís 3am; when the party ends.
Itís 3am; when angels come in.
Itís 3am; thereís quiet again.
Itís 3am, and this time of day
silence never seemed so loud.
Itís 3am, and this time of day
screams are nothing to fuss about.

Itís 3am; I mourned and cried.
I cradled the phone as if it were you.
It was 3am when you learned to fly.
Maybe this was the only rest for you.

The time right now, is 3am.
Dead to the entire world.
Itís 3am, and as far as itís concerned,
You were just another girl.



 We all got somethin' we need to atone for.
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Marilyn
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1 posted 04-29-2000 01:14 AM       View Profile for Marilyn   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Marilyn

I can relate to this piece. I have been in a similar situation myself but I was strong enough to leave. Too many people do see a tragedy like this as just another girl but we must change that. We must be the strength of those that have none, we must be the voice of those who can not speak, we MUST be the eyes for those who refuse to see. We MUST stop the violence. Thankyou for posting this.  
bobbycat
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2 posted 04-29-2000 02:28 AM       View Profile for bobbycat   Email bobbycat   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for bobbycat

god, i heard the pain screaming from this one so loudly that by the end, i was almost in tears.  This was just too good to let it slip off the first page. I liked the line, "...a shepherdless sheep cried because her wool was black."....a different spin on the "black sheep" expression.  Great job.  

Bobbycat =^..^=


 ~~ And it harm none, do what ye will.~~

Rosemary J. Gwaltney
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3 posted 04-29-2000 02:45 AM       View Profile for Rosemary J. Gwaltney   Email Rosemary J. Gwaltney   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Rosemary J. Gwaltney's Home Page   View IP for Rosemary J. Gwaltney

Horror, goosebumps and tears.
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4 posted 04-29-2000 05:39 PM       View Profile for Jeffrey Carter   Email Jeffrey Carter   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Jeffrey Carter

WOWW!!!!
This is absolutely astounding. Great work.
I'll definitely be looking for more of your work.

All my love,
Jeffrey

 I lie awake in a world filled with dreams,
but dreams can be so real when you don't know you're asleep
Lone Wolf
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since 03-16-2000
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Lansing, MI USA


5 posted 04-29-2000 05:59 PM       View Profile for Lone Wolf   Email Lone Wolf   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Lone Wolf

Ethan,
Great writing!!  I applaud you for having the courage to write about this.  I think it needs to be said to make people more aware of what is going on in the world.  Stuff like this happens all the time....people are just not aware.  Nice job!!!  Looking forward to more!!  


 Friends are friend forever if the Lord's the Lord of them and a friend will not say never cause the welcome will not end.
--Michael W. Smith
Martie
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6 posted 04-29-2000 06:27 PM       View Profile for Martie   Email Martie   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Martie's Home Page   View IP for Martie

This is very painful to read and full of emotion...well done!
Daysleeper
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7 posted 04-29-2000 06:36 PM       View Profile for Daysleeper   Email Daysleeper   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Daysleeper

This is, by far, one of the most powerful and well written peices I've seen in my experiance here... It's a spell-binding read, and a slap in the face to those who stand ignorant of violence. Thank you.

 "Presently I've had enough of all your sanity." -James Kavanaugh

netswan
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8 posted 04-29-2000 08:17 PM       View Profile for netswan   Email netswan   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit netswan's Home Page   View IP for netswan

Ethan welcome to Passions, again.
This poem is pure pain and tragedy, I hope
whom ever this poem is about has called
the crisis clinic at 3 am  -- that is
what it is there for.  And, if people are
from other countries and don't have one,
it is about time to start one ----

This abuse issue is strong and hurts such
a painful hurt -- Yet, the beginning of
escape is to pack up - take the kids and
get the heck to a shelter that can teach
you how to make sure it never happens again.

This is a cycle -----that must be stopped.

netswan
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9 posted 05-02-2004 09:29 PM       View Profile for passing shadows   Email passing shadows   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for passing shadows

awesome theme and format!
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