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Array ( [sid] => 120887 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Uncle Randy’s Sentence [time] => 2006-05-27 22:47:56 [hometext] => i love my family, they give me such wonderful poems! [bodytext] => I never thought I
would be in this place.
A place that claimed my dreams,
even when I was high.
With steel bars that mark the
stains on my soul,
bars that trap every
wrong I’ve committed.
I never thought I would be here.
Well, at least not for this.

Maybe ‘cuz I was doin’ drugs,
that was something I could have dealt with.
I know I have a problem,
even though my Catholic faith
says I shouldn’t.
Or for being drunk in public,
because I needed to get away somehow.
Maybe even drinking while driving.
The possibilities are endless.

But this?
It wasn’t my fault at all,
I tell you, she seduced me!
I thought I could trust her,
even when I was looking at the ceiling
in wonder, when I was so dizzy on acid
I couldn’t move my arm,
thinking it was my leg.
But she took advantage of me
when I was too high to care about anything.

And as a man,
who was I to refuse
someone so willing?
especially when I was
so
far
gone
I couldn’t recognize her face, her voice.

I don’t know what made her
do the things she did,
maybe she hated me
For something I don’t remember.
She was my Daughter for christsake!

I suppose it is my fault,
For allowing myself to feel so
Good, for trying to
make my pain disappear.
Maybe this is teaching me a lesson,
The Lord’s way of making me pay for my sins.

It doesn’t matter though,
‘cuz my sentence is almost up.
Soon I will be able to confront her.
Just a few more months,
I will get my answers soon enough. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 189 [topic] => 13 [informant] => AshRayne [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )

Uncle Randy’s Sentence

Contributed by AshRayne on Saturday, 27th May 2006 @ 10:47:56 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

I never thought I
would be in this place.
A place that claimed my dreams,
even when I was high.
With steel bars that mark the
stains on my soul,
bars that trap every
wrong I’ve committed.
I never thought I would be here.
Well, at least not for this.

Maybe ‘cuz I was doin’ drugs,
that was something I could have dealt with.
I know I have a problem,
even though my Catholic faith
says I shouldn’t.
Or for being drunk in public,
because I needed to get away somehow.
Maybe even drinking while driving.
The possibilities are endless.

But this?
It wasn’t my fault at all,
I tell you, she seduced me!
I thought I could trust her,
even when I was looking at the ceiling
in wonder, when I was so dizzy on acid
I couldn’t move my arm,
thinking it was my leg.
But she took advantage of me
when I was too high to care about anything.

And as a man,
who was I to refuse
someone so willing?
especially when I was
so
far
gone
I couldn’t recognize her face, her voice.

I don’t know what made her
do the things she did,
maybe she hated me
For something I don’t remember.
She was my Daughter for christsake!

I suppose it is my fault,
For allowing myself to feel so
Good, for trying to
make my pain disappear.
Maybe this is teaching me a lesson,
The Lord’s way of making me pay for my sins.

It doesn’t matter though,
‘cuz my sentence is almost up.
Soon I will be able to confront her.
Just a few more months,
I will get my answers soon enough.

Copyright Â© AshRayne ... [ 2006-05-27 22:47:56]
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Re: Uncle Randy’s Sentence (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Saturday, 27th May 2006 @ 10:58:09 PM AEST
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Very sad but well written.
huggs,
emy

Re: Uncle Randy’s Sentence (User Rating: 1 )
by Eternal_Dreamer on Sunday, 28th May 2006 @ 06:03:47 AM AEST
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~*Ash*~
So much sadness and pain spills out from ur write. Deep and dark emotions penned for us to read and feel. You make ur reader sense ur emotions through ur strong poetic verses. Well done Ash~
warm huggers,
~*suzie Q*~

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