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[sid] => 50890
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Exposure
[time] => 2004-06-07 22:27:13
[hometext] => I dont really know the inspiration for this poem but i would like some feed back on it
[bodytext] => He raised his glass to toast, Letting whine devour the ghost. Demons smell when there’s some fear, They’ll make you drown with every tear. He won’t forget the date, When she came home hours late. No one will understand, Why you took matters to your own hands. No one saw the downfall of a highly placed man, When no one ever cared to hold his hand. He steps out into the sun, Carrying what use to be his favorite gun. Tears roll down his face, On to permanent marks he can’t erase. 21 years old he’s in his prime, About to commit a serious crime. Inside his stomach sinks, But he never stops to think, Or even blink. Emotions build inside by pain, Of a so called life thrown down the drain. The wind blew slightly, His veins pumped tightly. He sees him walking down the same street, & feels a sudden rush of heat, When for a single moment their eyes meet. Turning insane, He screams his name. He aims but he’s not ready, His hand just won’t stay steady. Out of the way they started running, He was blind and didn’t see it coming. Leaving time bare, Four shots were heard in the air. The sound of gun blast, Took life too fast. His body hits the ground, Without making a sound. He can’t believe his eyes, When this guy before him dies. Only hit by three, One of them fly’s free. Made it to a boy, Who was playing with his toy. Shot dead, With a bullet to the head. He shot and aimed for someone else’s brain, With an enduring pain, It starts to rain. The police are lead by the trace, Of the bloody marks of his face. She must admit, That it hurts a bit. Even though there are no scars, It kills her to see him behind bars. Walking home she never felt in danger, Until that day she was abducted by a stranger. But what happened to the true killer who still walks free? Free of the sin and misery? No one could guarantee him protection, His sentence was” death by lethal injection” Now a young man who always looked to thrive, Is sitting in prison waiting for his date to arrive. So what did it take? To make this awful mistake? [comments] => 2 [counter] => 167 [topic] => 32 [informant] => Avila [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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