“A Death; A Tragedy”

February 19, 2009
By Deviant GOLD, Sebring, Florida
Deviant GOLD, Sebring, Florida
18 articles 1 photo 6 comments

I think of him yet again
100 times. Back and forth
I can’t find an answer.

It doesn’t seem to matter now
Loneliness has become my companion
It’s dark. Quiet. I love the distance

The amount of space between us has become
my security. My proofs that I’m free from
this pain. That you don’t exist

out of sight, out of mind. You really
aren’t there. In my head. The only
thing I can find is something called reason

what is reason? Purpose. For what? A reason.
To exist? Maybe. Or a reason to escape
From reality? Crap. Your there again.

Well aren’t you a familiar stranger.
Please. Don’t say you know me. We’ve
Been through this before. We’ve never met.

Not truly. The first time was an
Introduction. Acquaintances. Second.
Better acquaintances. Third times a charm.

Friends? Nope. Enemies. You never were
A friend. Lies, Deceit. Enemies. A wound. So
Deep. To the heart? No. In the Back.

A social death. Yours, not mine.

The author's comments:
I've learned that in high school, no relationship, just friends or more, ever has the ending you are expecting... you take what comes along, and when things don't work out, you write about it.

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on Apr. 28 2009 at 3:49 pm
Aro_To_The_Heart PLATINUM, Mandeville, Louisiana
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Favorite Quote:
Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than hands?

-Ernest Gaines.

WOW!!!!! this is A-W-E-S-O-M-E!!!!!!!!!! this might just be the best piece i've ever read. good work!!! what was your inspiration? well, good luck! ///_^

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