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the trial
Contributed by
Kericka
on
Saturday, 23rd October 2004 @ 09:11:39 PM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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This is a poem that will have rhyme, just a little here and there, but this is a story of time. A time lost, a time gained, a time that was mine, but now it's gone, and my enemy is dawn. You could classify this as a short story I guess, but it's something I have to get off my chest.
It all started in January, when my mother and I because of all the fights drew weary. So one day she told me to pack a bag for the night, I was to stay with my grandmother, but lies shown true in the morning light. I never went back to my mothers house, but it's all I ever wanted I was contented has a house mouse. I went back to the school, back to friends I had known, but things change when children have grown. Out on my own I intended to be, so I moved in with some friends, just Josh, Micah and me. Traffic in and out of the apartment all the time, what do you want? A quarter or a dime. Money you must think I am speaking of, but you are mistaken, I am talking of drugs. I worked real hard to keep the bills paid, people were constantly eating all the food, trashing the apartment and getting laid. Soon the partying came to and end, because the police got a tip, and two people straight to jail they did send. In this drug bust led a run-in to an old friend from middle school, I met her brother and I thought he was really cool. Being evicted from the apartment left me in a bind, but he offered me a place to stay, so handsome, so kind. A bond grew between us that no one could break, but who was to know future actions would put our love at steak. You see, he and his father had this belief, and our government made his dad out to be a theif. A month into our relationship we felt it was time to tie a knot, because true love at first sight is strong and is never forgot. Two days after he popped the question, a decision was made that put us in a tight situation. After being thed up with the government and all of it's lies, these two mean I cared for most were going to put an end to some evil ties. Twenty-nine seconds were spent in the bank, but our future, and the life of that security guard, things were too late. The blood on the pick-up trucks seat, the way he looked at me with those eyes of defeat. The smell grew stronger as I drove that truck down the interstate, the guns lying in the floorboard, alone in my soon to be fate. The cops closed in and blocked the road, if I didn't cooperate, they'd surely unleash a load. The DA told me that this is federal, all rules go out the window, I didn't know my rights, or if the two men that I loved would make it out of medical. Preliminary hearing has come and gone, seeing him through that glass makes my heart sing a sad song. It's a shame things had to turn out this way, but if he would've listened to me he'd still be here today. My story is one of a true love that will never fade, but spending my nights holding my pillow tight alone, it has made my heart turn into stone. So after five months of holding on, leaving him and seeing him shed tears made my heart feel like it weighed a ton. I don't want to go to trial because it is just the ending of my seventeenth year, I know too much, and have seen to much, no longer do I have the feeling of fear. So my message to you is to hold on tight to the one's you love, and keep your priority's straight, last comes country, second comes family, and first comes the good Lord up above.
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Kericka
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2004-10-23 21:11:39]
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Re: the trial
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by Gimpie on
Saturday, 23rd October 2004 @ 09:31:34 PM AEST
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| wow.....this is very moving, very emotional. You are truly a strong person. I love the last two lines, too bad everyone can't have their priorities in that order..the world would be a better place. VERY GOOD WRITE. :) |
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