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Amy-lee
01-12-2006, 05:07 AM
Death Of Me

I'm walking slowly
Down an unknown path
Where the trees grow together at the top
As if a hall of darkness
Unsure of where it leads
I turn quickly to leave
But something in me
Tells me to take the chance
As I walk down the path
I hear what sounds like laughter
Slowing down to hear better
I notice children faint as ghosts
Running through the trees
Playing a little game
Surprised to see anyone here
I try and call them
'Children come here'
But they continue to play
As if they can't hear me
Then I notice another child off to the side
Walking to the edge of the path
I notice this child is crying, not laughing
Then as if she heard me walk up,
She raises her head
I see the face and freeze
The child crying alone is me
Then I hush to hear her speak
'Why doesn't anyone play with me?'
'Why must I sit alone and cry?'
She continued to question herself
As I sit next to her
I see the children run off and play
Leaving her alone
As it grows dark, the child stands and walks off
I quickly get to my feet and follow
She slowly walks down a little path to a house
Walking through the gate and into the front door
I stand outside a window to see what happens
Then I hear screaming from another part of the house
Slowly working it's way to the little girl's room
'You need to learn to play with the other children!'
'I want to but they ignore me, I can't help it'
'If you weren't so depressed, they would'
(Slam!!!)
Leaving the little girl to cry alone again
I walk into the house unnoticed
And enter the girls room
In tears, I sit on her bed looking down at her
She's lying on the floor crying
Then I hear her stop and sit up,
She slowly stands and walks to the dresser
'I'm no good to anyone'
She opens the top drawer and pulls out a knife
'I want to die'
Beginning to cry again, she sits on the floor
Holding the knife to her wrists
'God, be nice and take me to you'
'I'll be gone soon, and no one will notice but you'
She slowly drags the knife across her wrist
Not even flinching once
I panic and fall to the floor
Trying to tell her to stop
'Please Stop'
'I'm here, don't do this'
But again my words are unheard
She does it again and again
Till she no longer has the strength to sit up
Crying so hard, I hold her faint body in my arms
As her last breaths leave her
She whispers,
'I'm Sorry'
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hey, yeh i know its a sad poem but id want to know how it made u feel and what it means to you. it would mean alot to me if youd tell me what you think- i didnt write it, but i wanted to share it with you,- and i want to know how it affected you in some way and what you thought. Thanks :)
-Amy xx

Angel
01-12-2006, 08:31 AM
Well Amy-Lee

I read this and thought that maybe the person who wrote this might be thinking of doing some harm to themselves. It was very poignant and sad but I am glad that you didn't write it. It certainly is a very deep and dark piece of writing. I would be very worried if someone I knew wrote this so I will say a prayer for the writer and pray that they are ok and for God to look after them. Nice to meet you Amy-Lee. God bless you.:)

Psalm 46 verse 1

God is our refuge and strength, A very present help in trouble.


Angel :af

Amy-lee
01-12-2006, 11:43 PM
Thanks for writing back angel :D i do agree with you. i dont know who wrote it i cant remember their names.... But thnx for telling me wat you thought :)
Amy- lee xxx

bravocornelius
01-15-2006, 08:22 AM
Wow!!!
That was awe inspiringly depressing and I don't believe anyone who is a true believer is ever alone. I have noticed that true believers are easy to make as friends. I think the child was looking to the wrong place for friendship. Christianity brings people together... it is in our nature to have fellowship. I don't know who wrote this, but I think you should take them to a youth group. That is where I had my fellowship and that is also where I made some really great friends.

m.o.m.
01-16-2006, 04:01 AM
Hello Amy,

As a piece of poetic work, the poem does its job well -- it evokes and communicates feeling. I felt sadness. I felt panic (the need to intervene).
I felt mad at the author for not allowing an intervention at the end. (I like my dark poems to have a ray of hope).

As a Christian, I must agree with Angel that the author needs our prayers -- especially if the poem is autobiographical. If that is the case, the author seems to be reaching out. I would hope for an intervention there also.

God bless you!

m.o.m.

cheerleadingchic
01-26-2006, 06:04 PM
that was sad but in a way it makes you think about what to do in a situation like that