How Can I?

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How can I go on?
Tell me this?
Tell me how I can move forward after this?

After my life has been utterly destroyed.
After everything has crumbled.
After all I worked so hard for
disintegrated before my eyes.

What is left for me?
What does my future hold?

Nothing.
Utter loneliness.
Utter darkness.

What I had before is no more.
What my life was ended when
her blood spilled at me feet.

I died with her.
I died when her last breathe
left her chest.

I died when the bullet exploded
from the barrel of his gun
and tore her heart to shreds.

Now my hands are covered in her blood,
his blood,
and mine.

I survive,
but for what?

Tell me what my goal is now?
Tell me how I can move forward
when all I can see is the terror
in her eyes.

I want to know,
need to know how can I?

I was unable to save her,
unable to prevent my last hope's
demise.

Now, there is just another death on my hands,
another person who has died because of me.

I am nothing more than a parasite on society,
on those who love me,
on those who follow me.

You say I must move on,
I must forget,
I must grow from this,
but how can I
when the soil from which
I grew has been drained
of all its nutrients?
-Dante93




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Oh this is a nice poem. I liked the amount of emotion poured inside; I was able to feel the writer's pain and frustration. I especially liked this part:
Tell me what my goal is now?Tell me how I can move forward when all I can see is the terror in her eyes.

It draws an image to the reader of how she died, what her expression was.




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WOW! I adore this, and think its very well written. So emotional and from the soul:)
The words flow really nicely and it achieves its purpose in communicating the feelings and emotions of the author. I would pick out a favourite part, but I would end up writing down your whole poem!
I really like the structure too:P
Well done (and i hope this wasn't written from a personal experience, but if it was, i feel your pain because of how extremely well you conveyed it in this peom!:D)

-Layla Flame
Last edited by laylaflame on Mon Apr 04, 2011 9:45 am, edited 1 time in total.




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Hi there

This is good.

The structre and flow is really perfect. Pretty much flawless.

However I think this can come off as a bit corny and melodramatic. For example the lines

"After my life has been utterly destroyed.
After everything has crumbled."

It feels a bit more like a connfessional diary at times.

Besides that, good job.
I can't explain myself, I'm afraid, Sir, because I'm not myself you see.

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Damn! This poem is just flawless. I like the emotion. Reminds me of where i grew up, roughin it in New York. Anyway, I liked it. Keep writing...definetely.
~Life has a song for every moment in life. It is just the matter of finding the right one.~




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Thank you all. Sadly this did come from personal experience. Sad. True. All the above. Twisted life, though, provides for good poetry and writing. Also after I originally wrote this I decided I was going to something more with my intelligence so I started a business. I hope to have it up soon. Anyway, thank you guys for reviewing and everyone who has read my work.
-Dante93




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I absolutely, positively loved this poem!!! The emotions were spectacular and I loved how it felt like I was reading someones diary. Keep up the amazing work!!
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