The pain with which I look at you,
My dear child.
You are dying.
Your small frame,
Your tenderness...
A vision of dreadful crying.1
You might not last another day.
Like wilting grass,
Your life will pass.
Don't go, I beg and pray.2
You're my firstborn...
My only treasure,
The one I own.
My dear child,
It is you I mourn.3
I still hope that maybe
Your being will not cease.
This wretched heartache we face,
The horror that I with anger seethe.4
You cannot be replaced.
Your essence,
Your life,
Your warm soft touch...5
It is of great reluctance
That I let you go.
Yet you try to hold on
...unconsciously.6
I grab your wrist,
Pained and cold
In the lifeless mist.
Then I seize the day
And die at night,
To be with you
My bright light.
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- Deep Waters by InksterMoxy.
475 points, ended January 19, 37 entries
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Comments
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omg that was good. thnx for entering. finalist for sure. Bravo!
beginning: 5, language: 5, plot: 5, ending: 5, dialog: 5, characters: 5.
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Nice theme and good use of rhymes.
beginning: 5, language: 5, plot: 5, ending: 5.
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