CryA Poem by E. R. RawdingAbout a drug-induced mishapI tie the belt around my arm It never does me any harm I pull it tight, never loose It may as well be my noose Deciding whether I live or die Deciding that my life is a lie I take my needle, my poison of choice My shoulder's angel has no voice My swelling need has silenced him The look in his eyes is very grim He cries as the needle pierces my skin And fears for my next of kin I feel my oncoming high When then I hear a piercing cry The cry of my pride and joy The cry of my perfect baby boy In my darkest heart of hearts I hope that the infant departs So that me and my needle can be in peace And all the worries in my life will cease I stumble my way to the child The angel on my shoulder going wild He senses there will be something bad An incorrect thought he has never had I run to his nursery and search with zeal A sinking in my heart I feel I run around and look some more I think to myself "What a chore" I trip and something breaks my fall Someone that will never again crawl Potential that will never be A grown up son I'll never see I look at him and start to weep I know that I will never again sleep Not without seeing his blank face And knowing that I put him in this place My sorrow will forever be veiled About the son that I failed
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Added on April 30, 2010Last Updated on June 3, 2010 AuthorE. R. RawdingNEAboutblech. i hate these little blurbs. if you wanna get to know me, talk to me. or read my work, you'll get some pretty good insight from that :P and please, don't send me a read request unless you can.. more..Writing
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