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LET the poem, CRY
Contributed by
evolon
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Wednesday, 20th September 2006 @ 03:57:17 PM in AEST
Topic:
SadPoetry
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This story takes place on the twenty third floor
Shes young twenty seven
But doesnt want to live any more.
She stands on the ledge
wondering her self worth
So alone in the world
And had this feeling since birth
So many thoughts circle her brain
Trying to determine in deaths, loss or gain
A single tear erupts , from her trembling eyes
It seems so hard living shed rather die
..SHE JUMPS.
Gravity takes effect but yet , she feels so free
Time slowed to a crawl, her mind wondered continuously.
Memories of abuse from a stepfather
The mental, physical bouts
Begging, pleading please dont go
When her biological walked out
Questioning her mothers rage
Over an abortion at a young age
Contemplating over all the things
That will never be said
No goodbyes, no-one tried to realize
Even with her forced smile
Slowly inside she died
Thinking, now motherless
What of the two kids she leaves behind
All the dreams and aspirations flourished
She coached her self into belief
No more worries no more fear
Her screams belted out in relief
.IM FREEEeeee.
The world is spinning, all objects come into view
( her hallucinations begins to contribute to her diluted visions,
To encourage the fate of a situation she no longer controls)
Considering , if only for a minute
Will there be pain upon contact
Closes her eyes and smiles
Content in knowing there is no turning back
Arms wide open as if
Embracing her demise
She contacts solid earth
Instantly she dies
Her son now eight
Her daughter approaches three
Caring in societies eyes grand mom says
the kids will stay with me
So sincere looking
A mind filled with regret
Thinking Ive been a mom since eight teen,
Im forty five and not done yet!
The monster of mental abuse breeds
Implanted in the children
A slow growing subconscious seed.
A son wondering is it my fault
I could have gotten a, A instead of the one D
I should have let you rest,
While my sister played with me
I know now, my bad behavior
at times makes things worst
And Im sorry I lied
I did take the dollar from your purse.
He then begins to cry
So much pain so much hurt
Sister ask's "wheres mommy", he reluctantly lies
But how long will Shes at work.work
Stay strong for us
Copyright ©
evolon
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2006-09-20 15:57:17]
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Re: LET the poem, CRY
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by chulysnacky on
Wednesday, 20th September 2006 @ 07:09:30 PM AEST
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I just wanted to know if this story was real or not? It is a sad story and I just felt like I was there the whole time or something, I just felt like I could really feel what you were saying...
nice write... it's very deep and full of emotions, very strong and real. |
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Re: LET the poem, CRY
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by emystar on
Wednesday, 20th September 2006 @ 10:36:14 PM AEST
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This is very sad but really well written.
huggs,
emy |
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Re: LET the poem, CRY
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by Skillz on
Thursday, 21st September 2006 @ 01:09:18 AM AEST
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| a very emotional poem..and well written..its sad isnt it..these things happen and society idly stands by |
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Re: LET the poem, CRY
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by brokenwings on
Friday, 22nd September 2006 @ 10:31:19 AM AEST
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| oh my lord this was very emotional very sad its like the only thing people think of when they are about to take that way out is the pain not the joyfull things in their life, and you wrote very well of this |
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