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[aid] => mick
[title] => A Life Changing
[time] => 2005-07-13 07:57:46
[hometext] => In another small poetry site this won second in compitition... nobody's really told me critic, or comments so I'd like some on thise thanks so much!
[bodytext] => Mother, her face so graceful so fragrant and lovely, with hazel blue eyes starring down with love at me I remember, I was three and the whole world to me felt free passing days, with Mom so near nothing more for me to fear -but death- time slowed rigidly everything seemed to go by so fast then it seems, as though I've been stopped... now I have no one nobody that loves me nobody to care for such a young one Father, he was so different--- so misunderstood--so cold and cruel, but he might of just loved Mom for the day she died I saw him, the cold man whom hated me shed a tear, pack his bags and slowly make his way down the road Now here, in the home my soul feels emotionless I can no longer smile or love, I can only endlessly make myself go day after day without realizing the time passing by every second I get older for I seem to fear being happy again or loving, afraid of losing it again, afraid of it disappearing or dying then being afraid of being unhappy once more---- but the worse was yet to come the day came, where they came to get me and forced me, to torture myself by cleaning what wasn't mine by making me love, what wasn't love I could never love these new people I could never love what forced me too then I couldn't take it anymore caring was killing me words I'd never thought I'd here I silently forced my depressed soul out of the town into the cold burden of hope then dropped down, once exhaustion took me over into the silent sheet of snow there--I realized I was dying my life was disappearing before me I could feel my body slowly shutting down then when my mind was all that was left I heard a quiet whisper, "I love you, my dear" I could make out the voice, Mom for she was in my soul now helping me die peacefully to help me realize--its all worth it --its all worth dying, just as long as I'm with her-- with her quiet fragrance and smile on the gentle face then one last time, I feel free again, with her near me and I feel my soul being let free with, Mom, my beloved, there to holding my hand, as she used to do. -Ryan F (13) [comments] => 4 [counter] => 244 [topic] => 32 [informant] => RpYoeAtrNy [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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