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THE DEATH OF MY CHILDHOOD
Contributed by
black-reaper
on
Sunday, 11th November 2007 @ 09:53:59 PM in AEST
Topic:
ChildrensPoetry
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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
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black-reaper
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2007-11-11 21:53:59]
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Re: THE DEATH OF MY CHILDHOOD
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by VampirePrincessRe on
Sunday, 11th November 2007 @ 10:03:36 PM AEST
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| I want to cry..... But it's really good!! |
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Re: THE DEATH OF MY CHILDHOOD
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by Honey56 on
Monday, 12th November 2007 @ 01:34:55 AM AEST
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Very sad..But is a very good write.
I love reading this one..
Blessings |
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Re: THE DEATH OF MY CHILDHOOD
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by Vampirequeen on
Monday, 12th November 2007 @ 01:35:32 PM AEST
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awww that is so deep black it bring tears to my eyes:(
you did a darn good job on this.
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Re: THE DEATH OF MY CHILDHOOD
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by Former_Member on
Monday, 9th June 2008 @ 06:41:32 AM AEST
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| this is my second time reading this and both times it has hit my in a very good way |
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