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[title] => Regretted Fate
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[bodytext] => A dowdy house on the corner of my block
Loathing any attempts to slumber A peculiar frame of wood and nails Within it's walls it tells of secrets Diaries and accounts of all who have ever entered A benevolent smile scribbled with an auburn crayon Crumbs of some sort being scurried along by mice A calming breeze circulating through the empty room The aroma of tumeric lurking through the kitchen Run away rain snuck through broken windows Now laying stagnant on the filthy floor One small meager footprint, perhaps a size two Pressed into the dust on the stairs An earsplitting scream emitted from the darkness A foreboding cloud of regret lulls in the air In a corner of a wall in a room of this house A roach creeps out of gun powder laced hole Cobwebs gracefully fall as the roach pulls them free An irony here in a right handed shot producing a home for bugs A simple faded outline of a rug removed Rotting, molding blackish truths Producing bubbles in the wood stain on the stairs An understuffed rabbit, the color of royalty and missing one eye Still laying in it's final place of rest A lullaby whispering with the humming lights A once troubled life sat there in the living room Staring blankly through burdened tears Her hand clutching a tool for death Hoping to open a gateway to fated freedom A cry for Mom was heard the second the trigger was pulled Anxiety lifted as the moment was passed Her sleek slender hands now folded in prayer The urge to die had missed Prayers of forgivenss came forth from her lips She knelt in front of a homemade pine table Where a picture of her daughter cried out Overjoyed at her decision to stay Thanking God for the flash of memories that last second Rushing down the stairs was a river of blood Collecting in a pool brushed by her dusky hair Punctured through a peach sundress Lodged inside a once beating heart The bullet that missed had found another As the house now caves with the power of the wrecking ball The childs soul finally escapes the regretted fate And a mother weeps once more... [comments] => 3 [counter] => 198 [topic] => 32 [informant] => Lia [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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