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[aid] => mick
[title] => What's left but fear?
[time] => 2004-04-01 12:21:55
[hometext] => This is about my friend Andy. He's gone now, but he will live on in memory forever. I just wish I could see his smile once more.
[bodytext] => Sometimes he sits alone in his room Staring up at the pale faced moon Pondering the day behind He wonders what is left to find. When he was 10, I saw him at school Sporting black and blue marks from his fathers rule. An accident he said, “I fell off my bike” He never let on to any of his strife. But when we were 12, his mother died, Beat to death by his father, while Andy tried To save her from the monster of greed Which possessed Andy’s father, but he wouldn’t heed The warning from Andy, “They’ll put you away!” He never let on to his vast array Of Sadness, engulfing all that he had Putting on his façade to escape from his dad. Best friends we remained, until that night He finally grieved for that hellish fright. In 9th grade, he told me—“I cannot last, I cannot break free of my desperate past.” I begged him to stay, to last one more night To let me ease the pain, to escape from his plight. So together we sat until he could stand I tried not to cry as he reached for my hand. For me he lasted just one more year Until September when he met his greatest fear. He received notice of his father’s release He sank to his knees, prayed for one night of peace. With arms covered in scars of hate, He held me and said that it was too late. I did not understand, but I loved him still As he desperately told me that he’d had his fill. I watched him walk home with confusion and tears Wondering why he’d loved me all these years. Two hours passed and I heard the end. The gunfire. The sirens. Time stood still. My lifelong companion Was gone. Sometimes I sit alone in my room Staring up at the pale faced moon Pondering the day behind I wonder what is left to find But fear. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 140 [topic] => 31 [informant] => LiquidChaos [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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