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Tears fall in a death chilled room
Yet another teen has met his doom
A careless act of hate and pain
Ensured he would never laugh again

He never had so many friends, as he does this day
On this day everyone knows him...in some way
His classmates cry at the sight of his empty desk
Somehow knowing they could be the next

In the back of the death chilled room, silence breaks
And something happens that no one can take
In walk the "friends" that were with him at the time
They shoved it down his throat, they did the crime

His mother sees and her sobs grow louder
She knows what they did was manslaughter
Here they are, living while he's dead
She screams, her face wet, heart breaking
Yet when she yells...her angry voice is unwavering

She gives it to them hard and fast
They're the reason her son didn't last
They're the reason his reputation is shot to hell
They're the "friends" she hopes to see in jail

I wish i could say that that's the end, but that would be a lie
For, every day, another immortal dies
And the moral of this story, my friends, is this
Remember all of the things in this life you would miss

------
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass,
of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind

(William Wordsworth)




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The following comments are for "O.D. to Manslaughter"
by seriousinsanity

Megan/manslaughter
Megan you have tackled a hard subject in a most unsentimental way. congratulations on that. I am guessing that this is an experience you have had. I've seen too many occasions like this in all our local schools in this town. Sad days and huge funerals for some young person we all know somehow. thanks for sharing it. huni.

( Posted by: huni [Member] On: January 7, 2005 )

huni....
this was a hard poem to write.
i am a freshman at my high school, so i didnt know this guy. but SO many people did (a lot of my friends) and it really hit my school hard. i think something like 45% of the student body checked out to attend his funeral. the hardest part for me was thinking that my friends are next in line...it really freaked me out.

the way he died was aweful too...he O.D.ed at a party. but it turns out that a few kids were what killed him...they kept on giving him stuff when he wasn't *there* enough to know to stop or to say no. he had a total of 7 different drugs in him. it sickens me. it was a hard time for our school....and for me.

didnt mean for this to turn into such a long post...
thanks for commenting and noticing the poem.
i hope that i wont be writing any more like this anytime soon.

regards-
megan

( Posted by: seriousinsanity [Member] On: January 8, 2005 )





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