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[sid] => 143366
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => My Son, My Victim
[time] => 2008-06-20 04:53:09
[hometext] => I never knew the significance of this poem till many years later. I just thought it a typical dark piece, but often one does not realize the full meaning of what they wrote when they write it. I hope others will see it for more than just its face value
[bodytext] => People… Crowds, lies, pressures, deceit Viper’s fangs Caesar’s horses… armies Hoof prints trampling tear laden dust The underground river Solitude. Dark Filled with pain and poison Flowing Emotion’s currents curling… Crying Damned and stifled from above Handcuffed… Struggling. Needing, wanting Poison, arsenic, and alcohol Love & hope lost in the labyrinth. Stairways, hallways, doors, and paths A choice! “Wrong one. “Try again! “Sorry, Sorry “Try again.” “Too late… Too late!” The hangman smiling Gold teeth shining While repeating “Too late, Too late!” Hangman, gallows, jailer’s halls The burdens laden Like dung in stalls “A great day for a victim “ The sun is shining “But not for you…” “Sorry my son “My son “My victim.” [comments] => 1 [counter] => 163 [topic] => 13 [informant] => wheels [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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