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Originally Posted by raerae6  Here's a couple of poems my friend wrote...he is a recovering addict.
Death Of A Man
a man dies long before he is old and gray
way before he has nothing left to say
death occurs when the spirit to fight is
gone. he stands there wondering what might've
been, thinking "i should've done this.", or
"if they would've just..." no one knows or
seems to understand they've just witnessed
the death of a man.
he's been dying a slow death, one that
diminshes him and all he touches. soon the
light of hope, will to live, and the desire
to love and be loved, lost, in a void where
even he refuses to go. in there lay his
dreams and aspirations. their death has come
more swift than his own, but they
usher in the onslaught to his demise.
despair is king, sorrow his best friend. sad
songs of the blues are his lullabys. he no
longer lives, but struggles to survive
Copyright ©2007 Caldwell Dugar II |
Those are very good and I enjoyed reading them, particularly the second one...
Here is a song I wrote a few years ago about a local girl who, was a year above me in school...
Used to see her around, she was
really pretty - the kind of girl you always think is out of your league....
Anyway, she ended up an addict and lost everything and was found dead in a shabby old caravan where she ended up living...
The name in the song is not her real name...
She reads a book by candlelight
The glimmer in her eyes it dies
And now she throws her world away
It was only yesterday
That everything was ok
As moonlight filters through a
Heave curatin by the cabin door
All the world is unaware
There lies Melody Adaire
The Girl with Auburn Hair
CH-
Turn around, she was never over there
Have you seen her hair
Turn around, she is standing over there
The girl with auburn hair