<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=351012" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dead Boys Poem</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The child sits and weeps, <br>How could this be all that matters, <br>Why did this have to hurt so deep, <br>How could this be life? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The child sits with the pain inside, <br>He sits with his heart in his chest, <br>‘How could I have died? ’<br>Is all he thinks, he forgets the rest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The child’s eyes closed so tight, <br>His fists clenched so strong<br>He feels the night, <br>He knows everything that happened was wrong.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The child stands and looks into the houses light<br>He stares at not the window, <br>Not at the sight, <br>Yet only for the weeping widow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The child stands holding the gun, <br>The gun he died holding, <br>As he remembers his father killing him, his only son<br>He remembers his father scolding. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He knows he took a life, <br>Yet he knows his father took his, <br>He remembers not the taking of his father’s life, <br>Only the pain of his father stealing his. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">His eyes so dark, <br>His mind so lost, <br>His hand tracing deaths mark, <br>As he remembers it’s cost.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>He remembers the scene, the time, <br>He remembers the look in his father’s face, <br>He remembers doing the crime, <br>He remembers seeing the pain in his father’s face. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">But then his memory stops, <br>And reality takes place, <br>For this is when he dropped, <br> This is when life left his face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He walks past, <br>To eternity; to roam<br>Of all his memories this shall be his last<br>For this is the dead boy’s poem.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Bethany+Maxwell">Bethany Maxwell</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=351012" data-title="Dead Boys Poem de Bethany Maxwell" data-description="The child sits and weeps, How could this be all that matters, Why did this have to hurt so deep, How could this be life? The child sits with the pain inside, He sits with his heart in his chest, ‘How could I have died? ’ Is all he think..."></div> </div> </div>

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