Feb. 25, 2002 (in memory of)

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

I hear voices, but I can't make out the words.

I hear voices, but I can't make out the words.
They are not the words I want to hear.
I want this all to end, like a bad dream.
In a few moments I want it to be over.
I want to wake up and see, no one died,
I want to see my friend and see that she's ok,
But that won't happen, for today, has died.
He took his life, for reasons we don't know,
Why he did it, no one knows.

Why these thoughts keep going through,
I cannot explain.
Did he stop and think about the family that loved him,
Did he think of all the pain that this would cause them?
He had a great life,
People respected him,
His job was his passion,
His work was his life,
But his children were everything...
Both his pride and his joy.
But today it's over,
He will never see the light in his children's eyes again,
He will never be there to see them achieve in life,
He will never hear those precious words again.
They will never again see his proud eyes, or hear his cheering voice in the crowd.
They will never forget...
But they will forgive...

Submitted: January 19, 2009

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