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[sid] => 15145
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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Room With A View
[time] => 2003-03-29 09:35:00
[hometext] => I have been coaxed into submitting this poem, but I can't submit it without telling all who will read it that it is totally biographical, and inspired by a country song called "Concrete Angel", which reminded me of myself, only the little girl in the song died and obviously I didn't. Please tell me what you think.
[bodytext] => The very air in this room
Leaves a sour taste on my tongue Reminds me of yesterdays All that can never be undone. Memories burned into my soul They will never leave my life My only constants from those wasted years When I wasn’t allowed to cry. I never told anybody how much it hurt When I was shunned because of who she was You would think time would carry me through But the truth is it seldom does. This room has a magnificent view, Walks me through all the hell you put me through The hateful names you called me, bruises pressed upon me When she walked out on me, and left me there with you. I can see the darkest places so plainly from here Hear two voices screaming loud and clear I once believed I would never break free And I would always live my life in fear Of this room, this room with a view. I was fifteen years old Before I’d taken all that I could stand I remember standing in this very spot With the blade held tightly in my hands. I tried over and over to just run away But they always brought me back Scolding me like a troubled child Rebelling over something I couldn’t have. But you and I know it wasn’t so simple as that You thought I was to weak to win You apologized today But tomorrow you’d hit me again. And now this room holds such a terrifying view Walks me through the hell you put me through The hateful names you called me, bruises pressed upon me The desperate things I had to do to get away from you. I can see the darkest places so plainly from here Hear two voices screaming loud and clear I once believed I would never break free And I would always live my life in fear Of this room, this room with a view. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 143 [topic] => 32 [informant] => juliette [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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