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[aid] => mick
[title] => A MOTHERS NIGHTMARE
[time] => 2004-11-09 10:38:20
[hometext] => I WAS TOLD THIS BY A WOMAN ONLINE SHE SENT ME THE NOTE THE REST I WROTE. ISN'T IT TIME FOR PEOPLE TO WAKE UP AND PAY ATTENTION TO THEIR KID'S INSTEAD OF JUST LETTINGTHEM DIE.
[bodytext] => Time is the thing she fears the most. A life without him is a hell unto it's self. Her baby, Her flesh, Her blood. Death of a child, Death of innocent. Caused by the neglect of man. She was unable to see his pain. The hurt, The loneliness. Within her child's eye's. She did not hear his cries, For help, His cries for love. HIS CRIES, HIS CRIES. Until it was to late. She saw the note nailed to his bedroom door. She saw it there all day. But thought nothing of it. Until she tried to open, His door. That was nailed shut from the inside. She screamed his name as she read the note. Written in his blood, And, It read like this. Mom you never listen to me. Never hear what I have to say. My life is unimportant to you. Since my scares weren't enough to get your attention, THIS WILL. I do love you mom. But I can't live like this anymore. The voices, The visions. You never listen. So I'm taking my life this day. I hope your happy at least I won't mess up anymore. And you can get on with your life. Since I was holding you back anyway. Tell Dad I love him if you ever see him again. LOVE YOUR SON RON. Her scream. Her pain. Her life ended at the end of that note. Her baby child. She tries and tries to break the door. But to no avail. Screaming anger insues. DAMN IT, OPEN THE DOOR RON, OPEN THE DOOR NOW. Her word's go unheard. Life no longer is here. The emergency people soon arrive. Smash down the door. All that he owned was against the door. Blood splattered upon every wall upon the floor. Like someone tore his soul apart. Blood still fresh as they find him in the tub. She rushes in, OH! GOD! NO! NO! Time is the thing she fears the most> A life without him is a hell unto it's self. A personal hell. A hell she will never truly understand. A hell she can never forgive her self FOR. BY DENNIS LEMMEN [comments] => 6 [counter] => 304 [topic] => 48 [informant] => LEMMEN [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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