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Published: 2002-08-04 02:00:52 +0000 UTC; Views: 278; Favourites: 3; Downloads: 39
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--I sit and think
about how my life was perfect
about how I had control
but its changed
the Morning Bird woke me
with her chirping song of the dead
mocking my loss with her music
but what did I loose?
my mind? my schoolbook? or...
oh god...
my sister? this can't be
god would never allow it
would he?
a sick little rhyme
but it'd only be a matter of time
before I'm standing over the coffin
looking in with the others
attempting to embrace one-another
but why?
they don't know her
they don't know what she was like
how she brightend everyones day
but till this day, I still don't see
how could they do it!?
I built up my courage
crawled my way up to the coffin
I felt strong, felt fine
watch me act emotionless like the others
just want a little peek, a little glace
it'll be something I can remember her by
...I'd regret it for the rest of my life...
I peered in, looked upon this shell
forever I was thrown into a world of horror
a personal hell
I don't understand
less than a millisecond and I had to turn
had to hold in my sanity
that wasn't her, that wasn't real!
it couldn't be!
my legs fell weak
my mind falling closer to darkness
sheltering my eyes with my palms -
to rub away this nightmare would be a dream
she was beautiful
even in death
but hell...
I guess it was her time
I guess it was ment to be
she was what?
...she was only fifteen...
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Comments: 7
Wow. This poem is so emotional, I feel the pain. I've never lost a loved one, and I hope I don't any time soon, especially after reading this poem. Excellent work.
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my heart goes out to ya linx
great poem all that emotion
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....You made me cry.
Im so sorry for your loss....
Amazing work...
xoxo-Alli
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fantastic work...
It has touched me deeply, i feel like i am intruding if i say that i know how you feel, and so i dont know wether to comment or not. it must of been hard with her being both so young and your sister aswell, but earlier this year my nan passed away and i remember looking at her in the coffin. it was awful because she was frowning and looked so angry and she was never like that.
I built up my courage
crawled my way up to the coffin
I felt strong, felt fine
watch me act emotionless like the others
just want a little peek, a little glace
it'll be something I can remember her by
...I'd regret it for the rest of my life...
I peered in, looked upon this shell
this is what it was like, her mouth was drooping, her hair wasnt write, her forehead was all sagging. i donno, i can still remember my old nan but this image will stay with me to, and that is not how i wanto remember her.
i just wanted to say what your poem means to me, i really didnt meen to blah on like this. i dont talk to many people about this either.
fantastic work.
good luck for the future
jenna
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You know your poem reminds me of a Depeche Mode song called Little 15.
The poem itself is grasping and very imaginitve. I really am fascinated by your great use of words and the dark feeling of the personal hell with wish were vanquished.
Great Work!
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Very emotional and well written... almost brings a tear to my eye because of how your loss is portrayed.
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