The Memory

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Theirs no escape of the memory
The one that left a mark
I have no one to turn to
I have no clue where to start

It happened that Friday night
when mom was out of town
As i ran around the house
And hid where i could not be found

The air was filled with motionless breaths
That had no trace of where they start
I ignored the sound of pattering feet
That was the most important part

I payed no attention to the ringing phone
Or the beat that echoed in my ear
All i could hear was a pain full Shriek
Of myself and my own fear

My eyes wandered left to right
With a rhythm that had no stop
As i felt like i had lost the fight
And you were the one on top

The game was over and you had won
Their was nothing else i could do
But to obey your every command and wish
As if everything belonged to you

I never saw my family again
The ones that i still love
Now i can watch their happy lives
From a place I call above





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DazyDaja said...
Oct. 16, 2009 at 12:11 pm
I really like your poem ..
 
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