| Her Undying Love |
[Jan. 29th, 2004|08:35 pm] |
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Twilight fell upon the peaceful Ville,
All was silent; all was still.
Though a single gunshot filled the air
As the ghost of my memory,
Woman and child ran in despair
It all happened here, within this alley
The night that turned my life into a never-ending valley.
It must have been nearly twenty years ago; I was only four
Yet it replays flawlessly like it was yesterday
Seeing her lie on the pavement’s floor.
We ran for our lives, in terror...in fright
As the gunman’s weapon fired. Echoing in the night.
I felt myself be lifted up into her arms
Holding me to her body, as if assuring me I was in no harm.
She would hold me to her body every night watching the moon sail by
What made this embrace so different than my nightly lullaby?
he cried out again as another shot broke in the eve
Dashing down this alley, leaping over garbage and debris
Though what happened next, she didn’t comprehend...
Her gallant sprint to freedom, lead her to a dead end.
She dropped to her knees, sobbing out and holding me close
The killer came closer, heart black with hateful morose.
" Please sir, he's just a child!" she sobbed, " his life has barely begun
Take me instead, just please, and please spare the life of my son!"
Then forcefully, she shoved me into the shadows to hide,
As another gunshot echoed into the sky...
I waited in fright, for my mother to find me, to call out my name
But after waiting what felt like hours, she never came.
Scared and alone, I came out from the shadows, to where my mom would be
And then I saw her, oh how the image has never left me,
She lied crumpled on the ground, lifeless in a lake of her blood
I dropped to my knees; sobbing, wailing and crying
Thinking that I should have been there instead, resting where she was lying.
I was alone...and would be forever more...
Twenty years later, I stand in the place where the gunman took my mother
Tears flooding my face.
I shudder, kneeling on the ground where I saw her dead
Wishing she could still hold me close.
And on the pavement I lie, a single red rose.
Mother, if only you were still around you could see
How I turned hateful, sick and insane...no longer your innocent little baby.
I can’t take it any longer, the memories they tear me apart.
Shredding what would be, the pit of my heart.
So once more I stand up, looking down at the spot
Wait a few silent moments, then turn tail and walk.
Though sometimes I believe that my mother’s spirit comes down
Because when I take one final look back, the rose is no longer on the ground.
And then I am momentarily filled, with the fire of
My mothers, warm, undying love.
Twilight falls upon the peaceful Ville,
All is silent; all is still
Though the ghost of my memory, a woman victim to a gun
Always makes me think for a moment of my mother’s love for her son.
This is a remake of a remake of a poem I did back in 8th grade. Depressing huh.
Have you ever felt that your legs would never move again? Pssh...day one of conditioning and it wasn't even that DIFFICULT...my legs KILL...Jeeeeezzzuuuss. |
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you can say that again, annmarie. that was amazing. duude yo uare an awesome writer, do you write stories?? cuz like that was really interesting ,and you wrote it like a writer, not just making up a plot, you used creative phrases and such.:):) very good.good holiday fun.
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