He was the perfect father,
Sure he had a past,
Did crack and heroine,
But he turned his life around,
It was a slow fade,
Stress was building up,
The mortgage needed to be paid,
He was laid off..
The television was just a mirror with moving pictures..
He broke down..
His wife came home to find him on the couch with a needle in his arm and a gun in his mouth.
She pulled the needle out and he forgot to load his gun.
She franticly called 911..
And words of a song began to play in his mind..
"It's a slow fade when you give yourself away.."
Author notes
Im not christian but i love some christian artist like casting crowns. They are extremely talented.
Casting crowns- slow fade
A contest entry
- SpydurPoet's Family Contest #9 - Music by SpydurPoet.
1910 points, ended November 7, 5 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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this deserved gold.
this is gorgeous. seriously.
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Your poetry inspired this
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Whoa. This was deep. I love that you picked that song, and I love where you went with this. Excellent job.
Thanks for entering the contest & best of luck.
Write on.
~*~SP~*~
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Snazzy. I love the thought of the television being a mirror with moving pictures, I'd never thought of it that way. The progression of the character is clear and straight forward. I love the ending, it gives this poem such a complete sense. The decline is very interesting and the features of it which you focused upon. A very enjoyable read.
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