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[aid] => mick
[title] => THE DEATH OF MY CHILDHOOD
[time] => 2007-11-11 21:53:59
[hometext] => THE DEATH OF MY CHILDHOOD
[bodytext] => Standing in the bathroom you stare at yourself for hours. I watched you as you slowly died before my eyes It killed me to know I was helpless to stop it I remember days at the beach the sand so hot you would pick me up And put me on your shoulders carrying me to the safety of the seas Cool waters Riding with you on your bike The wind in my hair and fear in my heart Exhilaration mixed with terror The camping trips, fishing in the dawns light as the mist drifted across the water and joy filled my heart Memories now Old memories slowly covered with dust You died the next day Taking my dreams with you Your funeral was dark; depressing dying to young yes for the thousandth time I tell them I am fine The room so full of whispers “ cancer at 35 so young so tragic “ In a year they will forget There will be someone else to feel sorry for in some other place Loneliness, depression fill my body as I stand in front of your mirror looking to see if a piece of you stayed behind, just a small piece so I don’t forget you Older now my memories get hazy, sometimes I can’t picture your face and I feel that I have betrayed your memory some how Death Yours and mine Finding you in the tool shed. I came to let you know that breakfast was ready My life died with you that day My childhood gone forever as I stood staring to scared to look away Watching Watching As you slowly swayed like the branches of an old tree in the wind Mother’s screams going on forever Sometimes I wake at night covered in sweat listening As her screams echo through the darkness of the house She was never the same after you died Changed She became a recluse and died alone Surrounded by her memories Her tablets and an empty vodka bottle A dark wood coffin rolling slowly out of sight and into a burning hell Alone No one left to love Your shed torn down like my childhood Gone now with the scarred earth to forever remind me of that day Scarred earth where the grass will never grow Scarred eyes no more tears left to flow [comments] => 4 [counter] => 306 [topic] => 5 [informant] => black-reaper [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => ChildrensPoetry )
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