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wordweaver
Junior Member

since 1999-08-19

Posts 25
south carolina

0 posted 1999-09-11 10:42 PM

He drove to work
the other day
due to a detour
he didn't go the usual way.

As he traveled
it came by surprise
the little house
on the corner
that stood before his eyes.

An image out of
Better Home and Garden Magazine
with it's white washed fence and toys in the yard,
it made the perfect scene.

As he sat
at the unusually long light an image appeared
before his sight
of two young children playing in the yard
then the realization
hit him hard.

This is a place
he had seen before.
A pain developed
in his chest
that he couldnt ignore,
for the house
had once been
the place he called home. That was long before the bottle made him roam,
and his dreams
he had worked so hard
to build
had become the very thing
he killed.

It had been years
since this was
part of his life -
his two little kids
and his wife.

Everything seemed
easier then,
but due to the bottle
he had alienated his
wife and his friends.

Each day things grew worse and it all eventualy ended
in divorce,
which only led to his
drinking harder
and he all but forgot
his son and his daughter.

Years passed by
and in time
his wife
married some other guy.

Deeper and deeper
into the bottle he slid,
from life and his troubles he hid,
barely making it day to day. he drifted along
in the usual way.

Life since then
had had no meaning,
and as he gazed,
in his ears
he heard a ringing.

The horn of a car
came from behind,
shook the cob webs
from his mind.
And as he went off
on his way
he relived the feeling
of that awful day,
when the door slamed
on his life
and he last saw
his children and his wife.

A question
came to his mind
and suddenly it all seemed like a crime.

The question resounded
in his head
and to a painful realization it led:

Why had he done
what he did?

Just then...
from under the seat
a beer bottle slid!

Denise

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Member Seraphic

since 1999-08-22

Posts 22648

1 posted 1999-09-11 10:57 PM

Wonderful message, told so well! I enjoyed reading this!

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Denise

Severn
Member Rara Avis

since 1999-07-17

Posts 7704

2 posted 1999-09-12 04:00 AM

This is incredibly thought-provoking. nicely written too.

Pepper
Member Elite

since 1999-08-19

Posts 3079
Southern Florida

3 posted 1999-09-12 09:26 AM

strong message here.....nice job wordweaver.........

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May your days be filled with lots of sunshine and your nights lit up by golden moonbeams

Poet deVine

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Member Seraphic

since 1999-05-26

Posts 22612
Hurricane Alley

4 posted 1999-09-12 12:09 PM

Makes you think! And when a poem touches someone like that, it's a good one!

wordweaver
Junior Member

since 1999-08-19

Posts 25
south carolina

5 posted 1999-09-13 01:48 PM

Since recently discovering my passion for poetry, I have found great joy and pride in being able to write down my thoughts in words that may cause one to think or laugh or cry, and the idea that others who enjoy poetry may find my work worthy of such compliments realy makes me feel good. thanks!

passing shadows
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since 1999-08-26

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