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Array ( [sid] => 67544 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Now It Starts [time] => 2004-10-15 12:23:01 [hometext] => I've sat on this one for awhile, I don't know where it came from ... perhaps the headlines where you see this nearly every day [bodytext] => The thunder sounds a warning
Of a storm moving in
He’s got to tell her something
But doesn’t know where to begin

He tries to think of how it happened
Just where it all went wrong
Tries to pull himself together
But he knows he’s not that strong

He’s been
Working hard all week long
Trying hard to carry on
Hiding all the pain within his heart
And he’s
Slept alone for six nights now
Made the best of it somehow
But he was bound to fall apart
And now it starts

He steps up before her
And then he starts to pace
His mind begins to wander
To another time, another place

Two children and a woman
Were riding in his car
As a truck flew from a parking lot
Behind a local bar

It didn’t stop
They hit head on
Now his wife and kids are gone
Their memories are tearing him apart
The driver of
The truck died fast
That night’s drinks had been his last
Small conciliation to his broken heart
And now it starts

His head resting on her tombstone
He’s been kneeling there since dawn
In a hoarse and shaking voice
He whispers … “Mom, they’re all gone”

And now it starts ...

The rebuilding of his broken heart
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Now It Starts

Contributed by Nazmythian on Friday, 15th October 2004 @ 12:23:01 PM in AEST
Topic: SadPoetry

The thunder sounds a warning
Of a storm moving in
He’s got to tell her something
But doesn’t know where to begin

He tries to think of how it happened
Just where it all went wrong
Tries to pull himself together
But he knows he’s not that strong

He’s been
Working hard all week long
Trying hard to carry on
Hiding all the pain within his heart
And he’s
Slept alone for six nights now
Made the best of it somehow
But he was bound to fall apart
And now it starts

He steps up before her
And then he starts to pace
His mind begins to wander
To another time, another place

Two children and a woman
Were riding in his car
As a truck flew from a parking lot
Behind a local bar

It didn’t stop
They hit head on
Now his wife and kids are gone
Their memories are tearing him apart
The driver of
The truck died fast
That night’s drinks had been his last
Small conciliation to his broken heart
And now it starts

His head resting on her tombstone
He’s been kneeling there since dawn
In a hoarse and shaking voice
He whispers … “Mom, they’re all gone”

And now it starts ...

The rebuilding of his broken heart

Copyright Â© Nazmythian ... [ 2004-10-15 12:23:01]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Now It Starts (User Rating: 1 )
by pixie on Friday, 15th October 2004 @ 12:39:23 PM AEST
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:*hugs* wow this was so sad, made me shiver with emotion,

pixie xx

Re: Now It Starts (User Rating: 1 )
by shanarah on Friday, 15th October 2004 @ 01:06:45 PM AEST
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you reaaly touched me on this one. great write. take care,
shanarah...

Re: Now It Starts (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 15th October 2004 @ 08:57:50 PM AEST
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Oh naz, another tear jerker. Will you stop doing this to me?
Great write. So very powerful. You are so gifted.

~Breezy

Re: Now It Starts (User Rating: 1 )
by theMoth on Saturday, 16th October 2004 @ 01:51:23 PM AEST
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Awesome stuff, Nazzy.

Are you full of only
good ideas or what?

--Mothy

Re: Now It Starts (User Rating: 1 )
by FleurdeSang on Sunday, 17th October 2004 @ 03:52:36 PM AEST
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A sad but beautiful welcoming home, dear Naz. Very touching. Many tears are falling, bounteous sympathies are being sent to you... I apologize for, once again, my sudden absence. We left earlier than we thought we would. But, a heart-wrenching write that shall forever yank at my heart strings. Another perfect weave, mon fonce chasseur. This is something you see everyday on the paper or news channel. Such an excruciatingly true piece; it seemed like I was really there. Bravo, Scott. All in all, I give it a 5/5; true perfection. I thank you for sharing this. Forever yours,

Fleur de Sang

Re: Now It Starts (User Rating: 1 )
by Willofree on Monday, 18th October 2004 @ 04:44:52 PM AEST
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Naz,

Very touching and sad poem. I really could feel this man's tremendous loss.

Beautifully written,
Willofree

Re: Now It Starts (User Rating: 1 )
by girltranscended on Wednesday, 24th November 2004 @ 07:36:49 PM AEST
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what starts - are tears. Uncontrollable. Something inside sinks. Very, very well written, as I go back to read again.

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