Chanz Posted May 14, 2003 Report Posted May 14, 2003 I sit on the cold busy street, Tears streaming down my face, Praying, hoping, for just one more heart beat, How could I have let this happen? I didn't even know she wasn't at home, in her bed, I should have known she wasn't asleep, My poor little angel, all alone, I wonder what was going through her head, Was she scared? Sitting next to her, I stroke her hair, Nothing else seems to matter, It was always just me and her, life is not fair, Everything arounds me seems to stop. Now what am I going to do? I am all alone, with no one, I only ever had you, I myself should be punished for this. After the funeral, the mother can not cope, She has lost all signs of hope. She turns to the bottle, She drinks away her feelings, This was anything but subtle, She, herself wanted to die. She hit the bottle harder and harder, to escape from her pain. The more she drank, The more intense the feelings became, Then, at last it all became too much. Her departing words were, "I neglected my daughter, so I now shall be punished, Please don't look kindly on me Sir, Don't worry sweetie, mummie's coming"...........
Peredhil Posted May 14, 2003 Report Posted May 14, 2003 Oh wow! Good follow-up! You have a knack for believable human action/reaction chains of behavoir.
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