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Array ( [sid] => 74690 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => PERSONAL PAIN [time] => 2004-12-06 22:27:09 [hometext] => MY WIFE WAS CRYING LAST NIGHT ABOUT HER DAUGHTER AND SON ASKING ME WHAT WE ARE GOING TO DO [bodytext] => A mothers screams.

A daughter yells.

A son in prison.
Life right now is a living hell.

Tempers flare,
Life is getting to hard to bare.

She working hard just to pay the bills.
Lost in grief who can she tell?

Her daughter's life is hidden as well
Don't think it's drugs
Just can't tell.

Looking for answers
Praying like hell
That her flesh
Her blood would come home for a spell.

Silent tears scream as they would
For her safety in this world of hell.

She cries a salty white tears
For a son who faces Three Years
In a jail full of hate that this
world did create.

She dreams of a place.
She dreams of a time.

When all three are at peace
And life is no longer this living thing
we call hell.

But she knows this will end
She has found a "GOOD MAN"
He has helped

Her to see through this world of tragic
and hate.
Helped her to see a world of
love and faith.

He has brought her a new hope
A new way to think
He has showen her that love can
be found all around.


BY DENNIS LEMMEN

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PERSONAL PAIN

Contributed by lemmen on Monday, 6th December 2004 @ 10:27:09 PM in AEST
Topic: Grief



A mothers screams.

A daughter yells.

A son in prison.
Life right now is a living hell.

Tempers flare,
Life is getting to hard to bare.

She working hard just to pay the bills.
Lost in grief who can she tell?

Her daughter's life is hidden as well
Don't think it's drugs
Just can't tell.

Looking for answers
Praying like hell
That her flesh
Her blood would come home for a spell.

Silent tears scream as they would
For her safety in this world of hell.

She cries a salty white tears
For a son who faces Three Years
In a jail full of hate that this
world did create.

She dreams of a place.
She dreams of a time.

When all three are at peace
And life is no longer this living thing
we call hell.

But she knows this will end
She has found a "GOOD MAN"
He has helped

Her to see through this world of tragic
and hate.
Helped her to see a world of
love and faith.

He has brought her a new hope
A new way to think
He has showen her that love can
be found all around.


BY DENNIS LEMMEN





Copyright © lemmen ... [ 2004-12-06 22:27:09]
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Re: PERSONAL PAIN (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_K on Monday, 6th December 2004 @ 11:14:44 PM AEST
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Aww really touching, Dennis....
Hugs
Jenni


Re: PERSONAL PAIN (User Rating: 1 )
by UnlovedChild on Monday, 6th December 2004 @ 11:18:00 PM AEST
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Full of emotion but the outcome is sweet! Nice write.


Re: PERSONAL PAIN (User Rating: 1 )
by Kindredblood_dragon on Tuesday, 7th December 2004 @ 02:00:25 AM AEST
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beautiful write, so much sorrow and anger drowning in loss...but at least you are the piller for your family to lean on a shoulder a father...take care


Re: PERSONAL PAIN (User Rating: 1 )
by pixie on Tuesday, 7th December 2004 @ 09:01:01 AM AEST
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filled with emotion and pain, a very moving write,

pixie xx


Re: PERSONAL PAIN (User Rating: 1 )
by darkangeleyes57 on Wednesday, 8th December 2004 @ 09:16:25 AM AEST
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Real moving piece and the ending was touching.. Great work




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