Dying At Dawn.

by Teria   Sep 24, 2007


The lucid conversation quickly became a blur,
causing exacting thoughts to informally stir.
With laudable knowledge, two stood disturbed,
such a vile thing to put a family here is absurd.

Evasive reasoning led to horrific misunderstanding..
Someone so dissolute is no longer even standing.
Foreshadowed deaths replay in each and every mind,
such a terse suicide with battles very hard to find.

Feeble understanding awake in ferocity,
with a loss so close and such little intricacy.
"Dying At Dawn" lined the articles page,
while lying blank, a husband in complete rage.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Tara Kay

    This was sad, and dark and just awesomely written. You had good flow, and i thought it was brilliant!
    Tara-Kay
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  • 17 years ago

    by Gasttlee

    So deep and so dark! 5/5