Drifting~

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    Drifting~

    I waited for her to come,
    To interupt my thoughts-to comfort me.
    But she never came.

    Anger swelled as pain suffocated me,
    Dreched in agony,
    waiting...

    Time passed by slowley,
    As i wallowed in pain.
    All the time-crying...

    Surley somebody had to care,
    If anybodyeven stopped to pay attention,
    To my broken heart.

    And in that moment,
    As the sun set outside the window,
    Sinking behind the highway...

    I knew what to do then,
    If i was dying,
    She would have to die to.

    Satisfied with this thought,
    I thought of a plan,
    Because it wouldnt be a secret...

    I wanted everyone to know,
    It was me,
    Who killed her.

    Gathering my things together,
    I came across an un-opened note.
    Curiosity overcame me.

    Opening it, trying not to cover it in blood,
    I saw it.
    My name which I had long forgotten.

    My heart ached,
    I didn't have much time left to think.
    My hands shook.

    I lost controll.
    Pain and anger took over.
    She HAD to die.

    12am,
    She was sleeping soundly.
    As I silently let mysef in.

    Unnoticed,
    I killed the dogs peacfuly,
    Without sorrow or pain.

    Then I crept,
    Over to her side,
    and in one little moment,

    Both our lives
    were over.
    With one little click.

    ~Charlene Douglas~


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    PRober commented on Drifting~

    07-20-2009

    a sick mind is a terrible thing to waste? lol! a little click, and a BIG BANG!

    dahlusion commented on Drifting~

    12-05-2008

    Death is not ugly, its shape arises out of the dark and drives deeper into our souls ——"without sorrow or pain".

    ivecute77 commented on Drifting~

    12-02-2008

    pretty good work keep them comming.

    Phoenix9 commented on Drifting~

    11-29-2008

    very dark, very good

    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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