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Hero
Contributed by
skinny-little-punk
on
Thursday, 18th July 2002 @ 12:20:31 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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My hands are shaking again.
Im so tired. I dont want to do this. Please.
My head is ringing and sore. What day is it?
I cant sleep any more.
Ive got to keep watch, got to be vigilant.
They could come any time.
Its nice that you warned me, but why cant you leave me alone?
Just a little rest?
Stop! Stop! Im sorry. I wont ask again.
Im sorry.
I know. Rest will make me vulnerable. We cant have that.
Youre right. I know.
Its cold. The winds stinging my ears. Were almost home, arent we?
Theres a man in a black suit and my heart stops.
I want to run.
I run.
Theres home, almost, I see it
I slam through the front door and into my room, shaking
The worlds at a million miles an hour
Shut up! Shut up! Im so tired, please, I want to rest
I chew the skin off my thumb and cook up a shot,
My hands shaking so bad I almost spill it,
And oh its becoming quiet,
Beautifully quiet,
My hands steady as it courses through my veins
And I swallow back the longing with spoonfuls of the sweetest grief...
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2002-07-18 12:20:31]
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Re: Hero
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by Chrissie on
Thursday, 18th July 2002 @ 11:22:15 PM AEST
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You excpressed it very well and I hope it helped you doing so...thanks for sharing this powerful and moving poem.
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