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guilt

Contributed by fortunesdancer on Friday, 21st October 2011 @ 02:36:45 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

she sat at his side as the sun set east
wasnt forever but love at least
she looked at him from a glance
he tasted the air thin and crisp
her hand moved up from hand to pants
his words came soft in a wisp
and they kissed

it seemed faraway but only a street away
he heard them through thick a thin
but not word was mad of what they seemed to say
and all at once it lived
the street a fray

the first punch met his cheek
and he was curbed
was it what he wore by the creek
the kiss disturbed?
the second dive to his chest
and a scream broke the dim
the crack broke despite his best

i knife was drawn and driven
she ran but pinned
blood leaked out the living'
hands covered thinned

she weeped as he could only smile
there was silence for a while
as a shin swiped her pretty face
with a kiss from a bottle of mace

he crawled by the waters edge
but a boot took to the skull met the ledge
it stopped and froze
and the boys began to run
facing down the sun

she awoke bled and dazed
to a scene blared and hazed
pain in plenty stricken ed
she sore the stain and was sickened

the court seemed pink and grey
similar to the set of that day
they claimed it was done in cold
blood was on her mind and on
there hands
guilty was the sentence
it came weak like pence
mothers cried but not for sons
but for the streets under sky less suns

Copyright © fortunesdancer ... [ 2011-10-21 14:36:45]
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Re: guilt (User Rating: 1 )
by RussellReinhardt on Friday, 21st October 2011 @ 02:56:09 PM AEST
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Sad very sad when love is stollen in any form or fashon but worest of all in violens

Greetings
Russell Reinhardt

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