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I Never Cried

Contributed by blackfire9786 on Monday, 25th August 2003 @ 10:25:00 AM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry



The flowers fall from her hand
In slow motion she falls to the floor
I cannot move my eyes from her white face
Her empty eyes, where she lingers no more
Memories coming back of my life with her
Remembering all the times she cried
I remember how much I yelled and fought with her
How it’s so wrong, so unfair, how she died.
The man standing over her body
Laughing, waiting for the tears to come
Waiting, needing to see us suffer
But I won’t let him have his sick fun
I look up into his wild face
Look straight into his insane eyes
“You’re days are numbered, now,
You’re gonna die”
He laughs until his sides hurt
He closes his eyes and there’s my chance
The knife slowly goes into his stomach
And he breathes his last.
I sit and held my sister’s body
Next to it I lie
My father never got what he wanted
For one tear, I never cried.




Copyright © blackfire9786 ... [ 2003-08-25 10:25:00]
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Re: I Never Cried (User Rating: 0 )
by Former_Member on Monday, 25th August 2003 @ 06:05:03 PM AEST
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good write. Ivy


Re: I Never Cried (User Rating: 1 )
by painted_echos on Monday, 25th August 2003 @ 06:47:43 PM AEST
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perhaps you never cried...the reader will. for me, this poem conveys grief beyond tears.


Re: I Never Cried (User Rating: 1 )
by jaeann on Friday, 29th August 2003 @ 02:22:16 AM AEST
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the pain and the grief in this piece is so telling...i see innocence ripped away right before my eyes...keep writing.....




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