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Ambulance for you
Racing by the house
Mom just called
It races for you
Dad, don't leave me
Dad, please come back
The doctors told
your brains bleed
inside your head
your veins burst.
Dad, don't leave me
Dad, please come back
Daddy...?
Racing by the house
Mom just called
It races for you
Dad, don't leave me
Dad, please come back
The doctors told
your brains bleed
inside your head
your veins burst.
Dad, don't leave me
Dad, please come back
Daddy...?
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Waiting for her to come this way
The breeze tousles through the night and his hair.
He sits in expectance for her to come here;
waiting for her to come this way.
Like that first time; her footsteps echoed so loud.
In a night as such not even the moon could be proud.
An ethereal glow she emitted, an embodying light.
The wind ruffled her black locks like an angel in flight.
Her breath was a sanctifying whisper of life
and her dress; oh a woven fabric of natures device.
Her soft traces upon the earth would have grown
the fruit bearing brushwood, piercing through a stone.
The hair settled; the wings retreated, her eyes slowly set
on a young boy tending tulips. Their
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Take this life (original poem)
Never cared to question why.
Never free, born to die.
A life that rots into decay,
A boy with eyes that won't see another day.
Starved and deprived of all he loves,
He yearns to die, and so he does....
Sweet was the life she once knew.
Swept up in love, raped by one untrue.
Eyes full of sorrow, a body full of pain.
Into the night she stumbles, soaked in the rain.
Wishing for it all to end, she offers her life.
Wishing for an easy way, she is given the knife....
Know that this pain is real, yet it hides inside.
Our smiles are a facade, our only disguise.
Marked upon our bodies, wounds we hate to feel.
Etched into eternity, our s
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Amends
They tell me you're dying,
when you're not etching poetry
into glass.
Words as fragile as the surface they're written on,
not nearly as transparent, though.
Dotted between the lines like Morse-code,
concealed in true poetic verse.
If you want to know a poet,
just fall and one will rise.
The ink flows deep within the lines,
we just have to die to find it.
I see your plead.
They tell me I should make amends,
only the forgiveness you seek
doesn't come from me.
That boy is gone,
and with him
any debt you owed.
Still if it helps ease your passing
I'll say the words.
Like writing a hot check;
it'll get you by for a minute,
but in th
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This is for the lost love prompt of 
I almost lost my dad to a cerebral haemorrhage, but I'm still afraid every day I'll lose him forever.
This poem is about the uncertainty, you know something bad has happened, but you don't know the end yet. The moment when you fear the most that you will lose a loved one.
I almost lost my dad to a cerebral haemorrhage, but I'm still afraid every day I'll lose him forever.
This poem is about the uncertainty, you know something bad has happened, but you don't know the end yet. The moment when you fear the most that you will lose a loved one.
© 2012 - 2024 Wiliart
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I hope he lives a lot longer. ~hugs~ I know what it's like to almost lose, and to lose, loved ones. I understand your fear. I know it's consuming. Be strong until then, Ok? We'll help support you.