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My Son, My Victim
Contributed by
wheels
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Friday, 20th June 2008 @ 04:53:09 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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People
Crowds, lies, pressures, deceit
Vipers fangs
Caesars horses armies
Hoof prints trampling tear laden dust
The underground river
Solitude.
Dark
Filled with pain and poison
Flowing
Emotions currents curling
Crying
Damned and stifled from above
Handcuffed
Struggling.
Needing, wanting
Poison, arsenic, and alcohol
Love & hope lost in the labyrinth.
Stairways, hallways, doors, and paths
A choice!
Wrong one.
Try again!
Sorry, Sorry
Try again.
Too late
Too late!
The hangman smiling
Gold teeth shining
While repeating
Too late, Too late!
Hangman, gallows, jailers halls
The burdens laden
Like dung in stalls
A great day for a victim
The sun is shining
But not for you
Sorry my son
My son
My victim.
Copyright ©
wheels
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2008-06-20 04:53:09]
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Re: My Son, My Victim
(User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on
Friday, 20th June 2008 @ 05:06:47 AM AEST
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A strong and touching write. The ending choked me up.
Hugs
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