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My Boy Child
Contributed by
Dominus
on
Wednesday, 19th May 2004 @ 02:11:10 PM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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At night, in dark, I sit in stone,
In the cold I sit alone,
Wondering where I went wrong.
Its then I hear a flutter
From behind there comes a mutter
And there he stands, that small boy child.
Hello, says he, with a smile of hope,
Not caring if hell live or cope.
Its then I begin to cry
I cry for two with a bleeding hart,
Im sorry Im not handsome, not brave
Or smart.
Im sorry
Im sorry for failing you in every way,
Letting you down each night and day.
Im sorry
Im sorry for taking your skin,
Ive scared it.
Making you the freak I am
Im sorry
God knows Im sorry
But with only a whole hart,
He looks through my tears
Its ok, says he, with a smile of hope,
I know well live, I know well cope.
We are too young to be shedding such old tears,
Now take my hand, you must rise and stand
We have a path to long for this
Copyright ©
Dominus
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2004-05-19 14:11:10]
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Re: My Boy Child
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by Living_In_My_Dream on
Wednesday, 19th May 2004 @ 02:14:33 PM AEST
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| That was a great great great poem...awesome write...keep it up...I love the flow of everything and the meaning is strong and filled with truth...keep it coming!!! |
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Re: My Boy Child
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by Fionndruinne on
Wednesday, 19th May 2004 @ 08:27:39 PM AEST
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I love the meaning behind this. Excellent piece! And welcome. Keep writing!
Andrew |
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