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[sid] => 17829
[catid] => 1
[aid] => Mick
[title] => Chamber
[time] => 2003-05-19 22:25:00
[hometext] => The story of a life changing, helpless little boy left distraught for the rest of his life.
[bodytext] => “Chamber”
A sleep at night with the walls all but roaring I tell them to stop but all they do is ignore me If they only has listened, they maybe it would be different Like they couldn’t see the escalating disaster that was oh so apparent They love each other; they can’t tell me they don’t All indifferent in their opinions with there I will and I won’t Unbelievable it is how their words strike a blow so cold Never could they have told me how the chapter of this story would unfold They grew up together; I mean they were childhood sweethearts But now how they love to pick and tear that life long love apart Born into a three year relationship of a love filled home Now fifteen years present, all they want to be is left alone Can’t they remember how it all came about When they used to hold each other tight, and never scream and shout Long trips and vacations, the brightest smiles the world has to offer Talks of her leaving, “Take back your ring”, emotions ripped, yet somewhat solid like copper Is it really so my mother gone astray for the love she once had What could my father of done, for her to hurt him this bad Now broken inside, feeling like there’s nothing left to hold onto “Come on Dad, we’ll get past this, look how much you have gone through” Tell me you still love him, why can’t you tell him you still care Please don’t go mom, don’t you at least love me, then how is this fair “You’re worthless, and if you gave me a good reason then I wouldn’t be leaving” How could she say that to him, when she was running the streets doing all the deceiving I’m stuck in the middle of a love story turned sour Little did I know my life would change within a few hours Locked behind a door, I can’t only imagine the pain he was feeling All the anger, and pain he kept locked up in his heart dwelling Boy was I fooled when I thought there pain was all from yelling Three past four and still no sign from my mother Now six hours later I’m beginning to feel as if I should bother But there she came at a quarter past ten This is when the hell of my life all began Clueless to the fact all the time he was drowning away his sorrow Begging God asking if he had one ounce of love he could borrow His rage overflowing, no way out, no going on This is a bittersweet love story turned time bomb The door flew wide, and all my fears overcame me He came rushing down the stair in a way classified as insanely Her face now pale white as she looked at his hand Complete fear rushed through her at the site of a 44 grand She begged and pleaded, hoping he would see some light This I could feel would be her one last fight “Baby, I’m sorry, listen to me, please!!” “WHY DIDN’T YOU THINK OF THIS WHEN YOU WERE SLEEPING DIFFERENT SHEETS ACTING LIKE A SLEEZE!!!” She got up and ran with one last gleam of hope Witnessing three shots to the back is when my heart broke My mother laid lifeless, I begged God to let me die Asking him, is the way it should be, please tell me WHY?!?! My father shocked by the crime he had just done But still standing in shock with the smoking chamber of a gun Sobbing, and his eyes welled up with pain shining through Barrel in his mouth, dear God not my father too! Like a horrific dream that I couldn’t wake from The Love I saw as the best, and now I see I’m mistaken My life all changed, and now what am I left to do Pick up the gun and let another bullet go through? What seemed forever, just a few minutes later Flashing lights, and the voice of an investigator “It’s going to be alright, your safe now, I’m here” But how safe am I when I just lived my life’s biggest fear Sour like candy, but no sweet involved This is the story of the day when I witnessed my family fall Joshua Truex [comments] => 1 [counter] => 155 [topic] => 32 [informant] => FastGuy [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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