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My Son, My Victim
Contributed by
wheels
on
Friday, 20th June 2008 @ 04:53:09 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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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.”
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wheels
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2008-06-20 04:53:09] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: My Son, My Victim
(User Rating: 1 ) by shelby on
Friday, 20th June 2008 @ 05:06:47 AM AEST (User
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A strong and touching write. The ending choked me up.
Hugs
Michelle |
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