Dark Poetry #5 |
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madelyn Member
since 2009-09-03
Posts 172Purgatory |
You told me that you thought of me when that girl was dying in your arms you thought of me and my body when you felt the life go out of hers you prayed for her and her father you held her while she cried in pain she was only eleven and her car had crashed she wasn't going to survive and you thought of me you thought of little eleven year old me you hadn't spoken to me in three years but you thought of me when a girl died in your arms you thought of me and how much it would hurt to lose me you thought of me and my hair while you brushed hers out of her bloodied face Did it hurt thinking that you'd lost me? Did it hurt when i told you about my illnesses did it hurt when you realised that i would give anything to be that girl because you were there for her even in her dying moments that you were there for her when she needed someone yet the countless times i've almost died with no one no one to hold me no one to cry to no one around Does this hurt you to think that you agonized over a daughter that you could lose and to realise that you're not her daddy anymore you're not anyone to her but the man who walked out and never came back I hope you know you lost me a long, long time ago Think about that. My pen is the barrel of a gun. Remind me which side you should be on. |
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Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror |
The parent...impaled upon a stake of their own design and upon which they must remain, crucified for their unforgiven sins. All too often the weight of their lifelessness is carried by their sinless offspring. Sinless? Faultless? Your poetry speaks volumes and is admired. ...just bein' Bluesy |
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