The Photograph

QueenSusanofNarnia

QueenSusanofNarnia

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When I look at it,
I cannot hold back tears.
When I hold it,
I cannot fight back fears.
Slicing through my heart,
Like the slaying bullet,
Pain kills me.

The photograph
That was last took,
You and me,
Together and happy.
I look back, and cannot
Realize how this simple life was
Shattered.

When I look at it,
I cannot hold back tears.
When I hold it,
I cannot fight back fears.
Slicing through my heart,
Like the slaying bullet,
Pain kills me.

If it takes all I have,
I will try and try,
Never give up,
To destroy that finger that
Pulled a milimeter back.
Touching the cool metal,
And sent the Death Tool flying.

When I look at it,
I cannot hold back tears.
When I hold it,
I cannot fight back fears.
Slicing through my heart,
Like the slaying bullet,
Pain kills me.

A distance across which a
Bridge cannot be built.
A height up which a
Ladder cannot be climbed.


When I look at it,
I cannot hold back tears.
When I hold it,
I cannot fight back fears.
Slicing through my heart,
Like the slaying bullet,
Pain kills me.

And I am forced to scream,
"Why?"
 
no, the person in the photograph was killed though. It's kinda like a memoir, in a way. The person in the photo is my late friend, Erika, and the person look at the photo is me.
 
QueenSusanofNarnia said:
no, the person in the photograph was killed though. It's kinda like a memoir, in a way. The person in the photo is my late friend, Erika, and the person look at the photo is me.
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Thats how I usually write some of my poems, too--using real life experiences or an emotion I feel at the present time.
 
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