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Author Name: FreeAntonyFrank 1 Comments
Date Added: July 17, 2006 11:07:08 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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City of Sympathy.
Flowers on the railway line in loving memory of a dead child. And what's the excuse this time? Who's to blame? Who can you blame for the pain? Not physical but worse than anything you have felt before, and probably or hopefully, never will again.   Oh how sorrow can destroy the supposed simplicity of life, and all of the things that we take for granted. Oh how grief can cut you like a knife, and all your prayers can seem to go unanswered. The truth hurts and eyes cry, but burdens in life can be disguised by lies when questions seem to criticise.   Where were you this time?   It's hard to avoid the horrible realisation, when weather torn reminders cling hopelessly, but it's all too easy to point the finger of accusation in an all of a sudden religion riddled city of morality.   But were where you? It's not always easy to hide. Where were you this time? Where were you when your child died?   The truth hurts    and eyes cry... but it's still hard to avoid the questions and the facts.  Oh the devestating effect... Life's suddenly a heart attack    Life's suddenly a train wreck... Suddenly there's unbearable grief for your child. He was your life and now he's no longer by your side you're constantly recalling the time that you were together, but now he's gone to a place where he can play forever. And it's hard to avoid the horrible realisation when weather torn memories cling hopelessly, but it's all too easy to point the finger of accusation in a (suddenly) religion riddled city of sympathy.
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Written 2006.

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Comment By: FreeDarkness Rides This Night on October 8, 2006 10:12:00 PM Report
Nothing hollows out someone like the lose of a child. And it is so easy to point the blame at anyone so that your grief will have a purpose. But should we seek purpose in grief or use it to heal the pain of the lose. It is easy to look at it from the outside rather then being inside looking out..! Excellent write my dear friend..!


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