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Hello all!
I just wrote another poem, but I have no idea what to title it, so if anyone has any suggestions, I would be very appreciative. I am also up for positive, helpful critisim, so fire away if you would like! Thank you in advance.
*WARNING - There is a refrence to drugs and abuse, but it is not really that horrid, but I figured I would put the warning out there.*
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Met you one day,
Totally unpredictable,
Deep blue eyes,
With hair as white as snow.
A voice of pure gold,
Mind sharper than a kitchen knife,
I never would have guessed,
That you lived such a harsh life.
Well, we talked,
We laughed, we smiled,
Then one day you took my hand,
And put my heart on trial.
I gave you a chance,
That you gladly took,
And we entered into a new stage,
Loving by the book.
A month went by,
Then two,
I fell in love with everything,
Everything, about you.
Yet, our time spend together,
Was always rare,
Limited and cherished,
Because you always had to be there.
Home, what you never spoke of,
It was like some fiction book,
You were like the father to your siblings,
For alcohol was what your fathers’ addiction took.
He drank,
You cooked and cleaned,
He cussed you out,
And you were rarely seen.
I missed you,
As phone calls were left unreturned,
Your voice became a memory,
Your touch was what I yearned.
Then, one rainy night,
A pungent sound was heard,
A knocking at my window,
I thought it was simply a bird.
I pull back the curtain,
And guess what I see?
I see your beautiful, soaked face,
Smiling back at me.
I quickly let you in,
And you wrap me in your arms,
You hold me tightly,
As I plan to never release you.
I stroke your hair,
You whisper my name,
I look into your eyes,
Knowing it was going to be all the same.
Your eyes shine,
As you break out into a grin,
And you pull me forward,
And kiss me once again.
First my lips,
Then my cheek,
Moving down to my stomach,
Ending at my feet.
Chills escape,
Running rampant through me,
As we fall upon the bed,
And don’t get any sleep that night.
I fall asleep in your arms,
As the sun dawns,
And you hold me gently,
Cradling me like a fawn.
Yet, when I wake,
You are not seen.
All that is left is a note,
In the place where you had been.
You remind me of your love,
But declare you must go home,
Protect the little ones from your father,
I have never felt so alone.
That night was the best of my life,
Sinning and all,
Yet, I do not know,
It would be the last time I would see you after all.
Two weeks go by,
Then three,
Yet the person I want,
Is the only one I do not see.
One Saturday morning,
I get a phone call,
The police are on the other line,
And I begin to run down the hall.
I drive to your house,
Speeding the entire way,
I enter for the first time,
To see you are away.
The house is empty,
Alone,
Except for the smell of blood and booze,
Accompanied by a solemn tone.
A cop walks by,
A man in handcuffs in front,
A gleam in his eyes,
Proving he is still drunk.
My eyes begin to water,
But only then do I begin to see,
The blood on the carpet and the walls,
Belongs to the other half of me.
The police escort me to the hospital,
Explaining your situation,
Your mother left when you were three,
Causing your hesitation.
Your father was a drunk,
And father of eight,
You were the oldest,
And he was full of hate.
You took care of even,
And protected them from him,
As he beat you ever night,
The after effects were often slim.
Then, one night,
You were not home,
And he drinks more than usual,
Awaiting your return.
You walk into the door,
And he appears from the shadows,
He throws you to the floor,
Only then do the punches begin.
Two to the face,
Three to the stomach,
He goes to get the knife from the kitchen,
My stomach starts doing front flips.
He cuts your arms,
Your legs,
Then he throws the knife,
And begins to punch your head.
An hour later,
The neighbors come to the door,
The dad caught in action,
You lying on the floor.
The cops are called,
To the hospital you are raced,
And now, as I begin to cry,
I also begin to chase.
I run into the hospital,
The doctor outside looks grim,
I begin to choke up,
As I wonder what I have done.
I push pass the doctors,
And run into your room,
To see what our night of love,
Has done to you.
You are barely breathing,
You sheets stained red with blood,
Your eyes are closed,
And my eyes begin to flood.
I take your hand in mine,
And I whisper your name,
Only then do you open your eyes,
The only thing that looks the same.
I burst out into tears,
As you try to smile,
You whisper, “It’s okay…”,
“I’ve traveled my last mile.”
You tell me it’s not my fault,
That this was your fate,
That nothing you could have done,
Could have helped you escape his hate.
You tell me further that the only thing,
Worth living for,
Was standing,
Right in front of the door.
You remind me that you love me,
Ask me not to cry,
Then ask for a final kiss,
A final kiss good-bye.
Choking, I kiss you,
Tears streaming down my face.
I feel you smile under my lips,
And you say one final time, “I love you.”
The doctors pull me away,
As you s hut your eyes,
I cry out your name one last time,
As you begin to die.
Two hours later,
The news is clear,
And I struggle to breathe,
As I shed another tear.
For that day and night,
I cried,
For my soul, my heart, my other half,
Has died.
The blame was mine,
The fault was his,
The forgiveness was yours,
But the love was ours.
Three years since then,
19 years I am now,
I have survived,
But I have no idea how.
I loved you once,
And I will love you always,
Forever in my heart,
For the rest of my days.
The only memory I have,
To keep close beside me,
Is walking beside me,
He is now three.
Your son is your memory,
Our sin I was proud to bare,
He has your lips, your eyes, your smile,
He even has your snow-white hair.
The love of my life,
Has come and gone,
And I realize how,
That I must move on.
I have forgiven myself,
For it gave me our son,
Just remember you’re my soul mate,
My one and only one.
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Just became a college freshman; be on sparingly
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