Teg
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Post by Teg on Oct 22, 2015 8:14:56 GMT
I was going through some rough times during my childhood. This is a true story and a poem that I wrote during that time. Please pass no judgements, but rather, comment on the poem itself if you wish.
Adopted
Sitting in the darkness Staring into the night She trembles at the thought of what was, could and might.
Not thinking of the consequence She reaches for the knife She makes a deep incision That just might cost her, her life.
Her tears keep falling more now than ever before She bows her head in prayer “Please Help Me Lord!”
A man was walking by He heard the young girl crying He saw what she had done He saw that she was dying.
He held the girl in his arms told her she’d be okay he called upon an ambulance Help was on the way.
The man looked at the girl With tear filled eyes he didn’t understand why this girl would want to die.
Minutes came and passed As the ambulance showed up They got her to the hospital And quickly sowed her up.
When the little girl awoke She knew she was alive Someone had helped her It made her feel good inside.
The doctor came in Told her what the man had done She again began to cry She was a happy grateful one.
The man came in to see her She told him of her life How she was an orphan And how her day was always night.
The man called Social Services He asked them for the rights To take the little girl And put her up for the night.
A few weeks later adoption papers signed The little girl had a father The man that saved her life..
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Misanthropy
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Post by Misanthropy on Oct 22, 2015 23:42:42 GMT
That was really good c:
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Post by Teg on Oct 23, 2015 2:00:35 GMT
Thank you so very much
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