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Born to die
His sister would suffer no more.
The coughing, the crying. Ended.
Doomed from conception.
Born to die
Mom, engulfed by disease
would follow soon.
Doomed by addiction.
Better off dead
Too young to understand,
he ages with grief.
Taught by his memories
he eases his hurt through his veins.
He shares his relief with his friends,
his lover, and his wife.
Doomed by ignorance.
Born to die
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Comment by: Min - 2006-07-12 05:01
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| What horrible unbroken circle of learned behaviour. Perfectly understandable, but a sad reality. Well constructed as usual. Thanks. |
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I agree completely with your thoughts on drug addition. An often never ending cycle born an addict and dying as one. Society has a lot to put right.
Thanks for a great poem
Ken |
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| excellent. like the repetition of doomed. the simple sentence structures and language work well and make it seem less like pure poetry and more like real life. you managed to say so much with so few words. |
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| fantastic work, each stanza is a poem in itself, but the entire piece hits home. And the simple fact it, that we all die, its just a matter of time. So, in that time, I say we live, live like you will never see another day. "Tomorrow never comes as it will always become today, and yesterday is the past so there shall it stay." |
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Mark,
This work shocks me for it's elegance and simplicity. A very clean poem with excellent emotional impact. I'm going to learn off you! |
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