I stopped by the store.
I do it each week.
I leave 1 red rose.
I walk home
Guilt and anguish
are my companions.
I said I was too busy,
so she went instead,
alone on a cold dreary night.
I can still feel her fear,
I can almost feel the bruses,
they say she was all black and blue.
Someone said
it was because of drugs,
don't care if it was cocaine.
the suspect is in denile,
saying I am causing confussion,
blurring the situation .
They don't know the loss,
the pain, the dispair,
the total anguish.
Go into your child's room
tell them and see the blindness,
when they realize Mommy isn't comming home.
Some say I need to find acceptance
and move on in life.
What life is there?
My heart is ripped out,
no needle will sew it back,
all that remains is a crimson puddle.
There is nothign to hang on to,
my dreams are nightmares,
no praying will fill my bed.
Prayers to some God
or better to some devil or Satan
can not bring the revenge.
It is not hatred
as vile as it may be,
just give them a taste of it.
I would make them a hostage to the memories
teach them the fear of shadows
make them jumpy at a sound.
Then my prayer is answered.
All is not lost.
She lives
A contest entry
- ♥ Withstanding The Pain ♥ ....................... ♥-||Dedicated to my Mother||-♥ by Bruised.Roses.
450 points, ended July 24, 2007, 15 entries
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Comments
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so heartbreaking....
This tugged at my heart-strings. I can't imagine how terrible it would be to witness someone you love be so near death. That kind of intense pain must be unbearable. Very well done, Wind Walker!
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great pem very nicely written and so much emotion thank you for entering and good luck
xox
Tash -
Whoa!
This holds some serious complications! Drug abuse - disfunctional family life - guilt - pain! Brought all together with contemporary style!
Best to you in the contest!
Your Bro,
Tang
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