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Life

Life

By Smitz

Looking back when I was five
 I was happy,
 my mom was alive. 

Strung out on drugs, 
seeing other men,
 This is what god considered a sin.
 People thought it was wrong, but was it? 

A married man never home,
 would never bother to pick up the phone.
 The day he was here I'm sure you'll understand,
sometimes frightful the things he said.
He even took it far enough to put a gun to her head. 

And through it all I have always showed her love, 
 I would never harm her,
not even with a shove. 

2 years later 2006,
 she is in bed,
 the clock ticks. 

Finally the love comes out,
we are all together, 
 I cant hear a shout. 

Her last days she goes off to see her mom,
 my dad doesn’t let me go,
 I try to keep calm. 

I tell her "I love you"
 I know she does too. 
Without a reply she begins to cry. 

A couple weeks later the phone rings,
death has come, 
we pack our things. 

Sitting beside her I can no longer cry.
At only age seven I find the purpose in life,
We as people are all born to die.

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Smitz
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Posted:
15 Nov, 2014
Genre:
Tragedy
Type:
Sad
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