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Exposure
Contributed by
Avila
on
Monday, 7th June 2004 @ 10:27:13 PM in AEST
Topic:
SadPoetry
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He raised his glass to toast,
Letting whine devour the ghost.
Demons smell when theres some fear,
Theyll make you drown with every tear.
He wont forget the date,
When she came home hours late.
No one will understand,
Why you took matters to your own hands.
No one saw the downfall of a highly placed man,
When no one ever cared to hold his hand.
He steps out into the sun,
Carrying what use to be his favorite gun.
Tears roll down his face,
On to permanent marks he cant erase.
21 years old hes in his prime,
About to commit a serious crime.
Inside his stomach sinks,
But he never stops to think,
Or even blink.
Emotions build inside by pain,
Of a so called life thrown down the drain.
The wind blew slightly,
His veins pumped tightly.
He sees him walking down the same street,
& feels a sudden rush of heat,
When for a single moment their eyes meet.
Turning insane,
He screams his name.
He aims but hes not ready,
His hand just wont stay steady.
Out of the way they started running,
He was blind and didnt see it coming.
Leaving time bare,
Four shots were heard in the air.
The sound of gun blast,
Took life too fast.
His body hits the ground,
Without making a sound.
He cant believe his eyes,
When this guy before him dies.
Only hit by three,
One of them flys free.
Made it to a boy,
Who was playing with his toy.
Shot dead,
With a bullet to the head.
He shot and aimed for someone elses brain,
With an enduring pain,
It starts to rain.
The police are lead by the trace,
Of the bloody marks of his face.
She must admit,
That it hurts a bit.
Even though there are no scars,
It kills her to see him behind bars.
Walking home she never felt in danger,
Until that day she was abducted by a stranger.
But what happened to the true killer who still walks free?
Free of the sin and misery?
No one could guarantee him protection,
His sentence was death by lethal injection
Now a young man who always looked to thrive,
Is sitting in prison waiting for his date to arrive.
So what did it take?
To make this awful mistake?
Copyright ©
Avila
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2004-06-07 22:27:13]
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Re: Exposure
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by buchi on
Thursday, 1st July 2004 @ 11:43:46 AM AEST
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| AWESOME...truly a great poem...should be in the POEM OF THE DAY!!!...I am going to print this out...congrats!! let me know if you write a poem... |
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Re: Exposure
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by Former_Member on
Friday, 2nd July 2004 @ 03:00:05 PM AEST
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| Very good story. It's a mystery why some people can survive pain and heartbreak and some people self-destruct. |
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