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Cycle Breaking
Contributed by
MarcRob
on
Tuesday, 19th September 2006 @ 01:04:10 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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Standing in the playground
Waiting to be picked up
Is somebody comming?
I must be out of luck
Maybe if I start walking?
I might meet on the way?
So if I start to walk
I do not have to stay
This morning was all silent
Sat as quiet as a mouse
I know they have been fighting
I heard them all last night
Maybe Dad isn't comming?
Maybe mom has thrown him out?
It wouldn't be the first time
She'll let him back no doubt
Dad was out drinking
He came back to our house
Told me to stop crying
As he shouted with a pout
My arms are all acking
Bruised as black as coal
I think it must be my fault
For not doing as I'm told
I stand here in the playground
Thinking about my life
Would I be in the same bound
When I'm married to my wife?
Copyright ©
MarcRob
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2006-09-19 13:04:10]
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Re: Cycle Breaking
(User Rating: 1 )
by Light_to_your_Darkness on
Tuesday, 19th September 2006 @ 01:21:53 PM AEST
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| this is so deep and so sad....you really nailed it. I love the last part....that seemed to tie it together. :) |
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Re: Cycle Breaking
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by Skillz on
Tuesday, 19th September 2006 @ 04:03:58 PM AEST
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| a very emotional poem..so sad..and so well written |
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