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Array ( [sid] => 56609 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => To Be Free [time] => 2004-07-18 05:27:22 [hometext] => Sadly this is based on a real-life experience in my younger years [bodytext] => the watch on his wrist
says it is
a quarter past three
as we walk hand in hand
along side of lake eola park
I feel your eyes looking
down on me from above

we stop at the ice cream stand
to get us a cone
he just couldn't know
I feel so alone
your life ended abruptly
so tragic and sad
taken away by your own hand

I wonder what robbed you
of the dreams that we had
I would have stood by you
through the good and the bad
now all I have are the
memories of you and me
and a measure of guilt for
not trying to help you see
the need I had to be free

By Faith Mairee [comments] => 2 [counter] => 214 [topic] => 39 [informant] => faithmairee [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => Grief )

To Be Free

Contributed by faithmairee on Sunday, 18th July 2004 @ 05:27:22 AM in AEST
Topic: Grief

the watch on his wrist
says it is
a quarter past three
as we walk hand in hand
along side of lake eola park
I feel your eyes looking
down on me from above

we stop at the ice cream stand
to get us a cone
he just couldn't know
I feel so alone
your life ended abruptly
so tragic and sad
taken away by your own hand

I wonder what robbed you
of the dreams that we had
I would have stood by you
through the good and the bad
now all I have are the
memories of you and me
and a measure of guilt for
not trying to help you see
the need I had to be free

By Faith Mairee

Copyright © faithmairee ... [ 2004-07-18 05:27:22]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: To Be Free (User Rating: 1 )
by lostinmyself on Sunday, 18th July 2004 @ 10:17:07 AM AEST
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I am very sorry for your loss.
Also, please do not blame yourself.
Such a sad poem, but beautifully written.
There is alot of sorrow here.
Great write,
Phil

Re: To Be Free (User Rating: 1 )
by Hannah_jeannie_Brazeau on Sunday, 18th July 2004 @ 03:11:54 PM AEST
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I once had a classmate who had this experience- a really sweet kid who was liked by everyone. We were like pals, even though he was a year younger, and I remember how shocked and hurt I was when I found out.
It happened after I finished high school, but when I look in my yearbook, it all comes back.

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