Can i see you again?A Poem by Murisaka
There she was
buried under a flowery hood in a closed casket she laid there never to move again dead. I fought back the tears i tried not to cry but the harder that i tried the more the tears would well up and the more i would cry later. my dark mask was fading disintegrating quick my bitter hatred and my tender remorse had finally broken in that hot summer sun i cried out your name but any recognition that could have been found was drowned in my sweet silky tears of blood. this death was no suicide you didnt take your own you gave me the gun made me pull the trigger and put me on the run. but what was i left life would be empty with out you i decided to make this my last trip my last mistake my final choice. i still held the gun to this day at your funeral a week after your demise i still held it, and all the extra rounds but id only need one to get this job done and let the others watch me fall. i was hesitant your family demanded closer they would get what they wanted most the death of the one who killed you. I hope they find this note the one in my pocket ill let them read it to see what i have to say. now ill end this pitiful existence three two one the gun clicks i pull it again another click "Don't you dare cheat me" escaped my mouth before the bullet left my head my body lied over your casket your killer was finally dead. the note that i had went unnoticed the jacket i wore was stolen or burned your parents never got the message i had hoped they would receive. Now my existence is a much worse fate im stuck in the ground i can only speak in hate or in pain of a quickly numbing brain I loved you why did you make me pull it why did you die why was i meant to live now i only hope that i can see you again. © 2011 Murisaka |
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Added on June 2, 2011 Last Updated on June 2, 2011 AuthorMurisakaChiloquin, ORAboutI'm William, 18, yeah (sarcasm) I like writing poetry, and I tend to look at my life, feelings, and the music I listen to for inspiration. If you haven't already found out from reading my poems I tend.. more..Writing
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