Death of a friend

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    Death of a friend

    Eyes filled with tears and water,
    Wet, salty about to falter.
    "Where is she?"
    "Where is Marty?"

    All wet and soured, smelly, wet.
    Rainy and sleety and pounding cement.
    Sewage,rail pain and toil,
    "I scream Marty, Marty!"

    Pointed chin all fair and blood,
    I cry almost to serve a flood.
    Scream aloud "Marty!"

    The laughter is gone.
    The pain adheres like glue but,
    Worse, like fly paper never to be removed.
    Exquisite scar. pain, pain.
    Groan I do, night and day.
    Marty, Marty, too much pain.

    Death shrouds, black, pews.
    Flowers of life.
    "Marty, Marty?"
    She lies still.

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    TheAngelOfDeath commented on Death of a friend

    04-07-2009

    yet again i know how you feel :(

    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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