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waiting for the dead
written by .purity.08:18 PM 12/22/04I was watching as the guy next door
died at the age of ninety-four
Let him close his eyes and drift away
goodbye, good friend, we'll meet again
I was listening for the cries of help
When those trapped couldn't find a way
Those different had to suffocate
As i watched them try to escape
I was watching back in nineteen fourteen
when they needed help they called for me
there was nothing more that i could do
than just sit back and laugh at you
I was waiting when innocent were triald
Though the worst to see was a hanging child
the mother pull down on her feet
to make her death that much more swift
I was watching
I am watching still
I'm waiting for the old and ill |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
God! what am i writing!? i'll stop there!
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| » Comments / Feedback | by rmcalister1 (12-22-2004 - 08:26 PM)
| lil diff but still kool.... |
by .purity. (12-22-2004 - 08:31 PM)
| It went totally out of control and .. well, sick... god knows what i could have written given five more minuets! |
by blackened_rose (12-22-2004 - 10:56 PM)
| Dude that was accually pretty cool! I really like it! Your pretty good! :)~Kath |
by .purity. (12-23-2004 - 10:10 AM)
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