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a different fate
Contributed by
anonymussme
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Friday, 9th July 2004 @ 11:11:30 AM in AEST
Topic:
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A little boy sat quietly, at a table in his room
Coloring a picture, of a pretty flower about to bloom
He never would have contemplated, the fate he will acquire
When his dad gets home, and calls him to the fire
The light distorts the shapes, of his daddys face
And puts a glare in his eye, his memory cant erase
The next few moment were tense, as they didnt move
He knew something was different, but nothing he could prove
His dad seemed very angry, over what he couldnt tell
He did nothing bad today, on a test he did excel
In a flash of fury, a fist came at his head
He dodged that one by inches, but the next one he did dread
The little boy was scared; you could see that in his eyes
But in this state of mind, it was something his father could deny
When he woke up in the morning, the boy saw black and blue
He thought it was a one-time thing, reasons he did construe
He told himself it was his fault; that he got in his fathers way
But as he thinks back now, he was in his room that first day
These nights didnt stop, for a prolonged while
His mother never knew, his father was so hostile
She worked late into the night, till early in the morn
Never saw the bruises, or the boys soul torn
At the age of seventeen, he fell in love with her
She knew nothing of those scary nights, for months her attention he deterred
One night when they went driving, out to their special spot
She noticed a large bruise, and quickly her breath caught
He looked over but stopped mid-sentence, when he saw her face
Confusion mixed with sorrow, sympathy more then a trace
He broke down crying there, tried to turn away
But she grabbed him in her arms, would not let their love decay
Now he has the scars, deep down in his heart
Of trust broken by a loved one, right from the very start
At five years old he had grown up, in a few too many ways
And until he was eighteen, twice a week he was betrayed
He looks back on it now, sometimes cries himself to sleep
But he is glad he got out then, unlike his father he is no creep
The same girl whos always been there, for the incredible and dark
Is now his wife, his lover, on a new journey they embark
She is pregnant with his baby; there are just a few months more
Until he holds this piece of him, and it he will adore
Copyright ©
anonymussme
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Re: a different fate
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by lostinmyself on
Friday, 9th July 2004 @ 11:16:29 AM AEST
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Its a great story and really well written.
Brilliant.
The only thing that slightly confused me was when he fell in love...for amoment ot sounded as if he fell in love with his mother.
But otherwise. A great poem. I love the ending.
*hugs* Phil xxx
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Re: a different fate
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by mlcarter369 on
Tuesday, 13th July 2004 @ 03:47:46 AM AEST
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| that is so sad but a great ending!! everyone loves a happy ending |
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Re: a different fate
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Tuesday, 13th July 2004 @ 03:47:55 AM AEST
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| that is so sad but a great ending!! everyone loves a happy ending |
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Re: a different fate
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by CrimsonTears on
Tuesday, 3rd August 2004 @ 12:52:38 PM AEST
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Such a sad topic but u spoke of it soo well....great job
Lots of Love
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Re: a different fate
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by Kie on
Thursday, 5th August 2004 @ 06:36:04 PM AEST
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This is powerful.
From beginning to finish...
Kie |
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