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[sid] => 111427
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[aid] => mick
[title] => Broken Hearted Son
[time] => 2005-12-13 17:32:09
[hometext] => this is a poem for my dad rip RMS
[bodytext] => he kneels before his fathers grave with knees planted firmly on the ground his head ins burried in his hands and the tears are falling like the pouring rain in an afternoon storm the pain tears trough his heart and his joy escapes from the gaping hole that has been left all he can see when he looks in the mirror is how much of his dad is in him some say you could even see his dads soul trough his sons eyes so he clutches himself, nobody else is there to hold him, nobody else would understand they'd never relate to what he feels inside, the trembeling of his heart the saddening of his soul the emptyness he's come to call his friend the way his blood no longer flows like the rivers of change the way that his heart wich was once loving to one and all the same is no longer able no longer willing to reach out and touch even friends and family the way his soul is no longer able to move on and is unable to fight another day so as he places the flowers upon his fathers grave like an anvil droping from the sky a tear makes its way from his face to the ground the roses depart from his dying fingertips and these words are herd from his lips "i miss you so much my dearly departed" then he joins his father on the other side no longer broken hearted RIP Robert Michael Spivey 1950-2000 [comments] => 3 [counter] => 447 [topic] => 39 [informant] => outlaw_mutiny [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 16 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => Grief )
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