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the story of an hour |
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Ethan Halo Senior Member
since 2000-04-28
Posts 793on the roof again 
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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 couldn’t rest. It’s 3am and you lost your soul. You cried it up through your eyes. It’s 3am and the world, as a whole, doesn’t know or care that your alive. It’s 3am and he’s too drunk to know the crime. He might be passed out all day. It’s 3am, but there’s no black eye this time… It’s getting worse, y’know you can’t stay. It’s 3am and you pray for one good dream. But the powers that be never got the call. It’s 3am; you stumble and scream. Please stop saying it’s all your fault. It’s 3am; a dreamless sleep. A frantic ring brought me back. It’s 3am; a shepherdless sheep Cried because her wool was black. It’s 3am and the world’s in black and white. The sky hasn’t a single star. It’s 3am; your spirit’s too torn to fight. All your make-up can’t hide that scar. It’s 3am; there’s a shimmer on your wrist. In your ear; my fearful cries. It’s 3am and your daughter was kissed. She never heard those last good-byes. It’s 3am and I’m screaming fear and pain. I’ve never felt so god damn helpless. It’s 3am and you’re breaking the chain. Over the phone, it sounds like knife and flesh. It’s 3am; when life begins. It’s 3am; when the party ends. It’s 3am; when angels come in. It’s 3am and there’s quiet again. It’s 3am, and this time of day silence never seemed so loud. It’s 3am, and this time of day screams are nothing to fuss about. It’s 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. It’s 3am, and as far as it’s concerned, You were just another girl. We all got somethin' we need to atone for. |
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son of man Member
since 2000-04-25
Posts 125 |
my heart cries with you. painful is such a loss. what a sad poem. |
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Ashiraladoni Member
since 2000-03-08
Posts 52Duluth, MN, USA |
So real So painful Good poem. Keep it up. ~Ashiraladoni |
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bulletproof2312 Junior Member
since 2000-03-31
Posts 28Beaumont Tx, 77707 |
I really don't know what to say other than that I'm nearly in tears right now. you have a wonderful way with words that hs completly moved me... wow. "Here I stand I can do none other"---Luther |
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poe_32 Member
since 2000-04-01
Posts 179Winnipeg, MB, Canada |
This was a very sad and painful poem, it hurts alot to know that someone close is going through something like this. I know how it feels when you feel helpless to a friend who needs help. Too many times I can count when I feel helpless when a friend needs help. Its sad when someone just doesn't leave a relationship, especially a relationship where someone is constantly being beaten. This poem shows that sometimes there really is other ways out of relationships than ending your life. But anyways, this was a very touching poem and I can relate to it. keep writing and all the best. smiles  poe  |
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ILoveSrfrs Member
since 1999-11-14
Posts 69California |
I am in love with this poem. For some reason, I really related to this poem persoally, It is absolutley wonderful. "Silence never seemed so loud" - this line says so much. I also love the last stanza. Keep up the great work! |
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