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Post by Miss Knightley on Jun 15, 2004 18:45:22 GMT -5
I wrote this about my best friend when she had to have surgery last month.
Her breathing is slow and rhythmic I watch as her eyelids flutter but do not open There is nothing I can do to take her pain away And tears slide down my cheeks. I’m helpless
She winces as the needle slides though her vein Pushing in a remedy to her fears I want to hold her hand, but I’m frozen The strong one is now at the mercy of others And I am helpless
I thought I was in control and I would be alright Nothing was happening to me, only to her So why do I want to vomit and run away? There is nothing I can do Because I’m helpless
When she wake up the room spins and her stomach heaves And once again I want to cry I don’t like to see her in pain Usually she is the strong one When I am helpless
So now here I sit, waiting in the dark heat While she sleeps in the dark coolness I chew my nails and bit my lip Wishing there was something to make me feel Anything but helpless
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Post by Rainbow on Jun 16, 2004 5:37:50 GMT -5
Oooo, ouch! She's okay, right?
I like the emphasis of title, in the last line of each stanza but that its not a complete repetition. Nice!
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Post by Miss Knightley on Jun 16, 2004 6:20:25 GMT -5
gracias. Yeah, she's good now. SHe had a ten centimeter ovarian cyst.
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Post by Rainbow on Jun 16, 2004 12:21:10 GMT -5
Ouch!
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Post by Reens on Jun 23, 2004 11:43:49 GMT -5
A good writer always draws inspirations from their surroundings. I hope your friend is doing good.
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