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[aid] => mick
[title] => End of the Beginning
[time] => 2011-09-17 22:34:38
[hometext] => Very dark, as most of my poems are, this one is not a personal poem, i was listening to a song, and wrote this.
[bodytext] => My heart is beating still today Running towards the endless light Trying to escape that frightful night Calling out that forbidden name Playing in the Devil’s wicked game Jumping over the large abyss My thoughts are still amiss As I start to fall again My mind goes to that one sin The one I will never forget The one I will always regret I had made that fateful mistake When a life my hands did take He took my child and began to run So my hands did raise and shoot that gun Soaked in blood she ran to me The gun fell and I dropped to my knee I held her close in the pouring rain My daughter would never know that pain The pain of her innocence taken away To feel dirty still today I looked at her and said I love you so She looked in my eyes and said Mommy I know I slowly began to cry As I took my baby somewhere dry Now I sit in this small cell Knowing now the meaning of hell My baby I will never see grow Or see her laugh and play in the snow They asked me if I regret that sin I said, hurt my baby and I’ll do it again They stick the needle in my arm So I could cause no more harm I see my life flash before my eyes While all my family cries The day turns to night And now I begin the fight Falling faster than yesterday My heart stopped beating today Amanda Dawn Miller November 24, 2008 [comments] => 4 [counter] => 106 [topic] => 13 [informant] => AMillerSantucci [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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