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The Night

I can hear her voice,
I felt it wasn’t my choice.
She walked out the door,
And my heart hit the floor.
The world is deteriorating around me,
I just wish I could flee.
All of the things I could have done,
And I know I haven’t won.
Just break a mirror,
And take a shard,
At least it won’t be hard.
As the blood pours out,
It makes me wanna shout.
I see her face,
And its torture,
I want it to end at a faster pace.
My heart pounding,
Her voice sounding.
As everything starts to fade,
I feel arms around me.
I hear her cry,
As I begin to die.
She was at my side,
The night I died.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 27, 2009

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