EAST: 07- MC4Sight vs 10- Madpoet
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05-13-2004, 12:57 PM
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JOE COMMiSSO
 Join Date: Apr 2003
Location: MICHIGAN
Posts: 1,767
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 Good LuckI was mortified...in a morbid find upon the street... The day my mind left my body, and my body left me... Couple weeks back, among the block where he’d grow up... When my appetite to eat, became an urge to throw up... So what if....I would of come sooner but I didn’t... And what if I hadn’t paid the dues....to what I witnessed... This position....while let’s just say it wouldn’t be here... And there’s no way I’d be driving an electric wheelchair... But let’s be fair...god’s got a plan for each and all of us... I’m plainly aware....nodding my head, that he follows us.... Only a bus and a red light...has me guessing god ain’t perfect.... For what’s worth it.... “Dear god, he didn’t deserve it” Observing...my fucking eyes tore at my own face.... If his angel was watching...I hope it’s wings fell in it’s own disgrace... And to face to face...come in touch with a loved one’s pain... No wonder my urge grew from no food, to self-inflicting my brain.... ---------------------- See it’s convincing to stain red...when you already feel dead... Left with nothing but memories of the last words he said... And you dread the thought of loss....but then it happens... And that’s when thought....grows into dreaded action.... Snapping out of it...you want to, only it’s so damn hard... A walk down creaky steps, that leads to deeper scars... I stepped to my basement floor, reaching to open glass doors... And pulled form the gun cabinet, my father’s passed down 44.... Already loaded, it adorned my palm in a deadly fashion.... Though a chance remained....my pain wore more then passion... So fastening my pointer finger....lingering were thoughts sick... A short pause, and all turned dark with a sought click... I wanted this....for some darkness in me that couldn’t accept... A wait where the results, could lead to more tears wept... But then my eyes opened....I figured I was in hell for what I done... Only suddenly...I hear a doc whisper... “your gonna make it son” --------------------------------- A few days later.....stretched upon white hospital sheets... I come to....only to think but not feel weak? Seeking a nurse to explain, but there’s none around... I suddenly realize, I can’t feel from the neck down... Without sound, my lips mutely asked why I was still here... I’m starting to think god’s plan, just isn’t too fair... Then I remembered seeing the speeding bus... Remembered screaming, screeching at the top of my lungs... My son, my beloved child struck at the young age of four... I wasn’t fast enough to grab him, as he ran out the front door... Six in the morn, “god damn it he was supposed to be in bed” I guess it just never hit me, when the doctors said don’t give up yet.... --------------------------------------------- So finally the nurse came, to tell me something before I slept... “Sir there’s some good and bad news before you go to bed... Sir your son has just awoke from his coma, he’s gonna pull through... Only the bad news sir...he’s gonna be paraplegic too....” THE END |
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