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[aid] => mick
[title] => A family that sinned
[time] => 2004-07-10 15:43:23
[hometext] => I'm a particularly happy and up beat person so this poem was a bit...different when it popped out.
[bodytext] => One fist hit the wall the other hit the bed the mattress gave to his fist but the wall slowly bled White paint smeared with red knuckles chipped with white i hid behind the door that evening pale with the fright It was my company as i backed up out of view Closing my eyes, I held the tears for there was nothing they could do Mom always said it was the rage Dad wasn't at fault but her words where always hollow after each assult This last time, it was different her words weren't quite clear Thick with blood and thicker things she whispered in my ear "It's the rage, he can't help it. But i can help you. Sorry Honey,he doesn't mean it. It's about time you knew." "Once i loved your father, and he loved me as well. But one night, i cheated on him and every sinner goes to hell." I didn't cry, I only listened. "Get up Mom, we have to go." She shook her head and gently said, "I should of left a long time ago." "We can go now, go together. Just stand up, and lean on me." My voice cracked with unsaid anger, along with fear, we had to flee She raised her hand, her fingers broken and only shook her head. Closing her eyes, her breath grew slower her heart beat drummed to the beat of the dead. All at once, my anger lashed I remember it so well but solace favors me a little gift when i remember he's now in Hell. Perhaps he is with my mother, For both of them carried a sin and i'm sure that i will join them when i weight my own in Taking after both my parents, I sit here with my knife With rage i murder my soul and with one plunge, i cheat my life. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 194 [topic] => 36 [informant] => C2C [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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