My tears have dried,
Sympathy has gone.
I know you died,
But it doesn't sink in.
I expect to see your face,
Your cheeky smile.
Maybe I'm a lost case.
Or maybe I don't understand why?
I thought I knew you well.
Was your cheeky smile a lie,
And your body just a shell?
You grabbed that gun,
And swallowed the bullet.
Well you've won,
Made us cry.
Is that what you wanted?
You didn't even say bye.
A contest entry
- Life's dead end by Harbinger of Death.
600 points, ended July 1, 2007, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - 1000 points...One Winner by Cinnarry.
1000 points, ended July 1, 2007, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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good work ashlie. poems on suicide always make me think. i am happy when i think. reading your poems make me happy cause i think
it all works. well done.
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Nice rythmes, very well written. You have a way with words. good luck in my contest
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Yes I wrote it on the spot
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