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Never Forgotten

May 1, 2010
By Anonymous

The clock,
Taunting,
Flashes 3:00 AM.
Asking
Why i'm awake.

This promise I made
To participate in
Such a sin,
Is a promise
Nonetheless.
One made
Once too many.

That long,
Breathless walk
Down the hallway.
The favored red sweatshirt
Is all that
Protects me.
Faint sounds
Of people sleeping
Are alarming in the night.

The dark figure,
I approached with
Caution.
Fearfully aware
Of the risks,
Nothing can prepare
Me for this.

A whisper
Creeps into the night,
Not the least bit
Comforting,
"I'm ready.."



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InsaneLooks said...
on May. 22 2010 at 6:40 pm
InsaneLooks, Fresno, California
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wow i get this poem in a wierd way i get the point of it, i dont mean the poem is wierd i mean its wierd because i get it.

on May. 22 2010 at 3:59 pm
ThAtGuRl PLATINUM, Perris, California
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i believe things happen for a reason.people change so you learn to let go,things go wrong so you can appreciate them when thier right.you believe lies so you learn to trust no one but urself and sumtimes good things fall apart so bttr things can 2gthr

i have a queation...is this about what?i love the way its wriiten but about what a ghost or demon somthing like that i guessing?