I no longer wish to be feared
I no longer wish to cause pain
I no longer wish to be walking the streets
for fear they remember my name
I no longer wish to do crime
or take more life from the streets
I no longer wish to see kids take drugs
like the candy they sell as sweets
I no longer wish to sell drugs
or spend my time in a cell
I no longer wish to wake in the morning
knowing I'm living God’s hell
I no longer wish to live poor
I no longer wish any more
I no longer wish to live
the life where I live no law
I no longer wish to see him
my brother there on the bed
I no longer wish in my mind
a photo of him lying dead
I no longer wish for these tears
the ones that burn in my heart
the only wish I'd make
I could return back to the start
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Written April 4th, 2006
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A very powerful and thought provoking narrative of life's regrets...we all have them, although hopefully not all have lived a live as challenging as this. The simplicity and starkness of the words suits this poem very well. Great job.
Rory -
This piece while shot out of a street smart gun attracts anyone who reads it. No matter what the background the reader comes from, they will wish they could go back to their start when they finish and have a picture of what that means induvidually to them. That's writing! Good job. RC
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'I no longer wish to see him
my brother there on the bed
I no longer wish in my mind
a photo of him lying dead
I no longer wish for these tears
the ones that burn in my heart
the only wish I'd make
I could return back to the start'
These last stanzas made my heart go to my throat. It was just beautiful...sad and beautiful. I felt I had to include them here, just because it was a chance for me to reread it. Thank you so much for posting this extraordinary piece of work on the featured list, to give me a chance to read it. -
I like this poem...it's really sad though....
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