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In Memory Of Jane Doe - 1987-2003

Contributed by pacific on Sunday, 27th July 2003 @ 09:25:00 PM in AEST
Topic: Grief



In Memory Of Jane Doe - 1987-2003

I
Mother, please pray for me
I see the filthy madmen rise
in anger, against my sins.
I used them, frivolously,
devoured what was not mine,
squandering the precious life
you granted me,
I know I shamed you.

II
Ill-timed and paced
my breath breathes
in rapid grasps for air
I hold myself tight as
my hands quiver silently,
as I fear their wrath I will wake.
I am afraid, that death waits
upon, one so young, so disgraced.

III
Death, I see its foreboding
shadow, move near my door
and peer in my window
sneering, waiting, pacing.
I know I called you,
times before, but this time,
death never moved so close,
so cold.
Mother, please answer, my call...

IV
They’re here! my fate, their key,
death has followed them in.
Behind revengeful eyes
and sharpened knives.
Behind my blood, that now bleeds
from random patterns splashed upon
cold white walls.

V
I am leaving,
a last gaze of startled horror
etched upon my face.
to hang in your memory,
framed in nauseous guilt.
Alongside the picture of me standing helplessly.
When you cast my suitcase onto the sidewalk.
I was only fourteen.





Copyright © pacific ... [ 2003-07-27 21:25:00]
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Re: In Memory Of Jane Doe - 1987-2003 (User Rating: 1 )
by lil_angel on Sunday, 27th July 2003 @ 09:30:13 PM AEST
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wonderful use of imagery


Re: In Memory Of Jane Doe - 1987-2003 (User Rating: 1 )
by Ilhar on Sunday, 27th July 2003 @ 10:35:01 PM AEST
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great imagery so sad that thing does happen

Shari


Re: In Memory Of Jane Doe - 1987-2003 (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_Kalicharan on Sunday, 27th July 2003 @ 11:33:47 PM AEST
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Great write.....about such a sad situation...
Jenni


Re: In Memory Of Jane Doe - 1987-2003 (User Rating: 0 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 1st August 2003 @ 03:28:12 PM AEST
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Beautiful Poem, I thoroughly enjoyed it...




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