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WHOSE FAULT IS IT?

Contributed by shaba_11 on Tuesday, 19th September 2006 @ 09:21:16 AM in AEST
Topic: Grief



The lights never works in this cell, the sun has set
There is darkness everywhere.
Thinking backwhose fault was it?

I was just sitting was I also reading?
While waiting for the worlds best dad.
I heard from the far end of the village,
Foot steps and the rustling of the metal travel bag.
I could see the green saviour dress, those big black shoes
And the shiny medals.
He promised to always be like that!

I threw my books away and ran towards the front,
I could see The Man and feel the proud within myself.
The one who I hadnt seen for years. The one I want to be like
A conceited figure for me.

I am thinking right now
Was that the only time I felt proud? perhaps
The proudness was imaginary
Fake and vague like my hopeless fate.
I am in the opposite where I wanted to be now.

Because of him I lost my family!!
I found my gift in his bag and letters of love
Which my mother didnt write.
His way of living with us changed
My mother had bruises ever since then!!
He sold his daughter to old rich men!!

HE CHANGED.
From the best to the WORST
From a saviour to a KILLER
From an angel to a DRUNK
He changed about me; facts and life.

I couldnt see my mother beaten to death
But I never wanted to kill him then.
He ran away wounded
Next morning found dead

Today I am trapped in this cell
Whose fault is it?
The son who preached him as an idol
Or the father who could not keep his promise?




Copyright © shaba_11 ... [ 2006-09-19 09:21:16]
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Re: WHOSE FAULT IS IT? (User Rating: 1 )
by crazyn on Tuesday, 19th September 2006 @ 01:28:42 PM AEST
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highly emotive poetry. well done. you have made the boy encapsulated in dilema as the poem progresses. again well done.


Re: WHOSE FAULT IS IT? (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 4th October 2006 @ 02:57:02 PM AEST
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I can see a big difference from when you first started posting poems to now and i must say
you have gotten much better

good job on this poem it was an enjoyable read




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