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Contributed by playitforward on Monday, 28th October 2002 @ 11:30:00 AM in AEST
Topic: AmericanTragedy

Feeding life,
My hand was bitten.
Story ending,
halfway written.
No one here,
to stand beside me.
Brave enough,
to help or guide me.
Only windows,
At my side.
all but fire,
burns my pride.
One more breath,
would be my last.
Along with smoke,
I breathe the past.
Pictures,
of the life I’ve led,
Family, friends,
and books I’ve read.
Precious seconds,
Once were wasting.
changing now,
to tears I’m tasting.
Wiping pain,
I see my boy,
Walking,
with his favorite toy.
hard to focus,
Lights are dim,
One last thing,
to say to him.
Tell him not,
to see the lies.
But hear the truth,
and close his eyes.
Inhaling breaks me from my past
I know this breath
will be my last.

Copyright Â© playitforward ... [ 2002-10-28 11:30:00]
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Re: last (User Rating: 1 )
by LOWMAN613 on Monday, 28th October 2002 @ 12:04:53 PM AEST
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Wow what a very sad & touching write!Nicely done! Christina

Re: last (User Rating: 1 )
by DreamWeaver on Monday, 28th October 2002 @ 03:20:45 PM AEST
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This brought tears to my eyes .. I am so sorry for your loss. Love the poem.

Re: last (User Rating: 0 )
by Former_Member on Monday, 28th October 2002 @ 11:26:56 PM AEST
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beautifully written! i am so sorry for your loss.

Re: last (User Rating: 1 )
by rbp861 on Sunday, 3rd November 2002 @ 12:23:49 AM AEST
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grately written,good job

Re: last (User Rating: 1 )
by Lady_Bubbles420 on Tuesday, 24th June 2003 @ 05:22:31 PM AEST
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Well written write. Very touching.

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