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Under The Nightmare Tree
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Under The Nightmare Tree |
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poe Member
since 2004-09-06
Posts 180Heading to China 
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Christmas time has come once again Another Christmas that I remain Everyone fast a sleep with pictures in his or her heads Nestled cosily in their beds I on the other hand am wide-awake Deep inside my heart does ache Haunted by a Christmas that is now 14 years old The story of this misery I now unfold On the that crisp day, I was but a wee child opening presents Not yet realizing the days nightmarish turn of events Revelling in the illusion of Santa Claus Nothing would be the way it was Who was I to know in a few hours my world would be shattered My childhood would soon be scattered My family together like a family is suppose to be Everyone under the Christmas tree Smiles surrounded by rosy red cheeks “Thank you” is the only words when someone speaks It was not the toy that excited me It was something deeper was behind this feeling I decree It was the thought of showing my friend this gift I had received Of this moment I had already perceived All of the wrapping is being thrown into the trash Too the door I did dash The turkey is roasting in it's own juices Everyone getting ready to fill their cabooses Everyone too busy playing and laughing to see me slide my coat on With my brand new toy in hand I slipped out the door and I was gone My footprints the only markings in the snow No cars, no people just me frolicking in the snow I finally arrive at the home my friend Down the driveway I descend Being young I did not even realize his mothers car was gone As I near the door, I wonder what kind of choice he has undergone Unable to hold back my enthusiasm, I bust through the door I enter the living room; I see no presents on the floor I see no tree; there are no delicious aromas to be had There is nothing but the hum from the rad My pre-pubescent voice shouts out his name No response came I head from the living to his bedroom, thinking maybe he is still asleep Toward the door I creep The door is a jar; I rush in and jump on the bed I could not believe what I saw, he was dead My jaw drops at the sight that unfolds before me His eyes gave the exclamation of being free The toy that once meant so much, spills from my hand Taking in a scene I could just not understand The toy hits the floor with a sickening thud As I imagine so did his blood My eyes widen, as the crimson colour of blood is visible upon the star wars sheets My joy now depletes A steak knife is nestled in my friend’s right hand Now every Christmas I wear a black arm band His neck is ripped open like the Christmas turkey soon would be Being only a child, I thought maybe he was just sleepy But my revelation soon came to pass To this day it continues to harass My friend two years older then me The person who looked out for me and took care of me Was laying there lifeless In the beginning I decide to suppress My dearest friend took his own life Now I bare his strife As well to this day I bear a 25 in my soul and on my arm On my right arm it does rest, my curse and my good luck charm In memory of the day, I lost my best friend To this day I still do not comprehend Of my final statement I can guarantee His name was Keith and forever he will be with me Tomorrow comes for those who fear it. |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
My heart goes out to you for having learnt at such a tender age that life just isn't fair. That you should experience his death over and over again at what should be a special time is so very sad and yet you pay Keith such a wonderful tribute in that remembering. He knows, I'm sure, and just as you share this sorrowful time with him so too I would hope that you share your good times with him. No one is ever "gone" - we just most times can't see them. My best to you for 2006.  Helen |
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poe Member
since 2004-09-06
Posts 180Heading to China |
Thank You, Helen. I am sure he knows as well, part of the reason I live my life so fully and with such strong passion. Is that I feel I am living for two. You are right no one is ever gone, he is with me everyday no matter what. Through the good and the bad. May 2006 bless you with much happiness. poe Tomorrow comes for those who fear it. |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Just a snippet from a book I've recently read. The writer tries to indicate that we are either here to learn our own lessons or to help others learn theirs. Perhaps your life would have been less passionate and less full if Keith had lived and so it would seem in order to say "thank you" because he did most certainly give you a wonderful gift. But - you are living your own life - no one can live for another - and then one day you will say, "hey, I really lived". Some of us, however, learn things too late in life. |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Damn. Just damn. My heartfelt hugs to you, dearest poe, for what you had to see that day, at any age, on any day, was a horribly tragic scene. That you feel the need to live as if for two is understandable, for you are obviously carrying him around with you every moment. I remember a friend who was a surviving twin, who once told me he always felt his lost sibling remained within his daily life's adventures. on a different note, thanks for the photo! wow, heading to China? really? |
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Jeep Monkey Member
since 2005-12-18
Posts 96Chaos |
I was hoping this was a fictional write, born of some creative gift. Now realizing it happened to you, I'm so very saddened. Still, it is born of some creative gift which has enabled you to share this part of you with us. Live...and keep him with you always. Not only did he die that day, a part of you did, too, allowing the rest of you to become so strong. Peace to you this Christmastime. |
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