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Old Mans Memory of a Silent Midnight Suicide
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yo this is my first poem...its copyrighted...and i need some feedback..
Old Man’s Memory of a Silent Midnight Suicide This is a recollection coming from an old man. And his memory of a girl who could no longer handle the stress and pains of the world. This is the story of the night she left us all. Did you see that girl sitting in the corner; the one with her face buried deep in her hands? She desperately needed help. Could you help her? No you couldn’t! No one could! I walked over to the sobbing girl, and wrapped my arms around her. She gave me no response. She refused to talk to anybody about anything. And with that, I left her. Something, now as I reflect, that I should not have done. The state that I left her in was a dreadful one. The tears from her eyes were so high in numbers that small pools of water had begun to form on the floor. As the rising sun peeked over the horizon, the maid made her rounds through the house. Opening each door and gathering the children from their peaceful dreams. Scrambling down the stairs, they would gather at the breakfast table, anxiously awaiting what was to be served. Where is that girl? I asked. The one who had her face buried in her hands? For the life of me I can’t remember that poor girls name. I pushed myself away from the table, and so I began the dreadful ascent up those stairs, for it seems so long for a man as old as I. You must excuse me if I tend to be vague on certain details. My memory, as you have surely noticed, is fading. As I came to her door, being a gentlemen, I knocked to ensure her time to dress in the event that she was not yet decent. I received no response. Verbal or physical Again I knocked…and again she gave no response of any type. Please Lord tell me this girl is not still asleep! Quietly I eased the door open. To my surprise her bed was empty. The sheets had not even been ruffled. That’s odd. How did that girl sleep? Well, I thought, maybe she’s attending her personal business in the privacy of her bathroom. I continued through the large bedroom. Then as I walked by the west wall, I felt a chill breeze brush across the back of my neck. I soon noticed something that I had not upon first entering. There her window was. Slightly open. The white curtains swayed in the light breeze. It was very peaceful sight. The suns light shone on it so that it seemed that you could look right through the curtain itself. Bringing myself back into reality and why I was up there in the first place I eased the window shut and continued on my way. That’s when I came to her bathroom. The door was slightly ajar. Like I had before entering her room, I knocked…no answer. Peering through the crack, I saw her figure. I knocked once again to let her reach the door…again, no answer. This was ridiculous! I pushed the door open, and as I opened my mouth to say something, it dropped dead to the floor. There she lay…cold, lifeless,…dead. I glanced around the room, then quickly back down at her. And there in her hand I found a shaving razor lined with her blood. From her wrists came the same blood. One swift, perfectly cut line traced each wrist. Stumbling backwards, I dashed out of the room. Never in my long life have I ever moved so quickly as I did on that day. I grabbed the mother by the hands and quickly dragged her back up the steps with me to show her the awful scene. As she walked through the door, her knees gave out and she fell to the floor in a hysterical cry. Her wails rang out maniacally. She gradually crawled over to her pale daughter, and embraced her as if she might come back. Solemnly I placed my hand on her shoulder and motioned for her to rise. I retrieved a phone and informed the police of the silent midnight suicide. Four days later, we laid to rest that poor girl and drew blood from her wrists to allow her pain to flow out of her. Her mother was unable to make it through the whole service. From what I have heard, shortly thereafter, she went into a deep, dark depression, and three years later, she, herself, died in her sleep while wailing her dead daughter’s name. She was cremated and her ashes were spread around her beloved daughter’s grave. To this day; all these many years later, I still make it a point to visit the girl’s final resting place. Now, as I get even older, I am finding it a little more difficult to travel to the cemetery, but I have managed. And every night, as I sit in my chair, I cry for her. Like she did so long ago, when her tears fell, mine also have grown so large that they accumulate into small puddles on my creaky wood floor. As expected, over the years, the headstone, due to lack of proper care (a duty which I once appointed myself) has faded and her name is soon to vanish into time. And as my day approaches, I prepare…something this poor girl never had a chance to do. When my day finally comes, and I close my eyes for the final time, like her name, so goes her story. And nothing will remain of her except her name that has been changed countless times. So as I end my story, I must say, if you ever find yourself wandering through a cemetery on a dusk night thinking back on your life, and you stumble across a chipped headstone with no name, and a faded date, moss, and algae growing on its surface, and flowers ‘round its foundation you have found this girl. If you would like to know how it reads, it says this: Melissa Fenton June 15, 1875-October 26, 1891 “Here lies the body of dear Melissa Fenton… a beloved daughter who took herself away from us far too early. Even though you are gone, you are still loved and missed, dear Melissa, and we will see you when we pass, and together we can dance upon the clouds of heaven…forever.
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01-01-04, 12:23 AM | #2 | |||||||
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that took awhile! but it was well worth the long read. it seemed more like a story when i was reading it, coz i got so caught up in it that i forgot about flow and all the jazz. you did a wonderful job describing details, and had a strong vocab in there. i liked the way you started this piece, brought us into it.
~Tera~ DONT HATE
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01-01-04, 02:43 PM | #3 | |||||||
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01-01-04, 03:02 PM | #4 | ||||||
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this was a long read, but it was nice too. i wasnt realy feeling much flow, but i liked the way its in a storylike form, it realy brought me into it so i realy wasnt paying much attention to the flow anyways! good read keep it up
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01-01-04, 03:36 PM | #5 | |||||||
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01-02-04, 07:36 PM | #6 | |||||||
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01-02-04, 10:28 PM | #7 | ||||||
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A nicely written piece. I say that cos i got straight into it, and just flowed with it effortlessly. It really does drag one through no matter what.
I aint getting too technical with it. Cos i just read it as it was. Unusually enthralling for me... ...resp... |
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01-03-04, 09:15 PM | #8 | |||||||
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^thanks...surprised people ain't complainin bout how long it is.....
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01-10-04, 11:01 PM | #9 | |||||||
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01-11-04, 01:16 PM | #10 | ||||||
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Length does really matter with ppl because they dont want to read it occasionally. But, with this, it was just the right length. If you would have shortened it, it would have seemed like it was missing something. So the length is perfect. In a weird way, I can relate to her. The flow on this brought me right in, and when I started reading it, I couldnt stop. There was massive imagery, which made it even more perfect. I loved the story form of this. Made it seem even more realistic. Overall, I loved this. Amazing job. Keep it up.
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01-11-04, 09:56 PM | #11 | |||||||
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^thanks....uppin.....
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01-11-04, 11:03 PM | #12 | ||||||
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This was very long...but good...i enjoyed the read...had a great sence of direction on where you wanted to go with what you were saying. the story was great had some iffy parts but your wordplay piked that up....good piece...i enjoyed it.
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01-12-04, 04:33 PM | #13 | |||||||
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01-12-04, 11:23 PM | #14 | |||||||
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01-17-04, 01:09 AM | #15 | |||||||
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