Just Another Lie

September 26, 2008
By Megan Clark, Barrington, NH

She swore it'd be the last time
Who knew it was a lie.
So here we are at the funeral home
Saying our goodbyes.

I can only imagine what it'd feel like
His fist smashing into her.
But yet, I couldn't picture it
Not with everything they were.

So there lays my best friend
While the rest of us just cry.
He said their love would last forever
But it was just another lie.

The author's comments:
This idea for this poem came to me in a strange form. I didn't expect to dream about such a serious topic like abusive relationships and death. But I did.
In my dream, there was a teenage girl and a boy in church. They stood close together, the casket open in the background. But the strangest thing was that the girl's image was faint, like it wasn't really there.
The couple were arguing about something. But suddenly the girl faded completely, leaving the boy alone. The view changed, and then I was looking down upon the open casket.
Inside the casket was the girl.

Like I said, it was weird for me. Never before had I experienced something like that. I was so moved by the dream that I wrote down what happened, and it ended up being Just Another Lie.

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This article has 4 comments.

Kylie said...
on Oct. 8 2008 at 8:20 pm
I was so excited when I heard this had been published! Keep writing buddy you're amazing!

xelxo said...
on Oct. 6 2008 at 9:10 am
i LUV ur poem! great!!

Shawna C. said...
on Oct. 2 2008 at 10:45 am
I have every confidence that this is only the beginning for you. Great poem!

Mom said...
on Oct. 1 2008 at 8:20 pm
Wow! You have a talent for writing, girl!


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