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[aid] => mick
[title] => His Last Five Minutes
[time] => 2004-11-10 18:43:22
[hometext] => in your last few minutes, you regret what you forgot, and wished you would have remembered it.
[bodytext] => He lay on the floor As cold as a grave And knew there would be no point In getting back up again What was actually above his head Was the small kitchen light That was whithered and dusty and old But what he saw inside Was his mother drinking Like she did every night And it made him want to cry That she was simply drinking As he was about to die She probably wouldn’t even set down that bottle If she saw him there on the floor The alcohol was too precious to her No matter what she denied He cried to her so many times About how it hurt him so But she just took offense And told him about his faults not being able to see That he would have saved her If she would have listened to him But ofcourse she couldn’t walk in To see him lying cold Because how could she reach him From her grave at the church? He thought he heard music playing And it made him recall a song About things from the past and souls floating on But there’s no floating away From the edge of death And death felt as heavy on his heart As a person sitting on his chest Maybe there was an angel there Telling him it was time to go And maybe that explained the song Cause it only made sense to him For the music to follow the angels He recalled a memory Of the girl that he loved And how she loved him a lot shorter of time Then the long amount of time she said “lets just be friends” he changed so much for her to get her back but she didn’t care and he never really got over that he hoped she would hear about his death and feel sorry for turning him down then he thought of his father and was surprised that he was still able to cry at the last five minutes of his life and he thought of all the things he did that he wanted to take back and how his father just didn’t want to believe it that his son did so many things wrong but now it was too late he couldn’t say he was sorry couldn’t give back the 100’s of dollars he stole for drugs (all of which was killing him now) he couldn’t tell his dad he did love him even thought he never responded before when his dad said, ‘I love you’ he prayed for his dad to walk in to come home early from work so he could tell his dad how he felt but he listened for the sound of the garage and heard nothing at all and now he felt his heart slow its pace till it was almost at a halt and just before his vision went blank he thought he faintly hear the words “It’s time to go, child.” And he was gone. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 209 [topic] => 66 [informant] => ZiltzWiltz [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => drugabuse )
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