A Mothers Loss

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    A Mothers Loss

     There he lays on the floor
    What hurts me the the most he was my son

    Covered with blood next to the door
    Next to his head lies the gun

    My feelings inside feel so poor
    I now feel no-one has won

    And now my son is no more
    Now whats done is done.





                                                                                           Briana Mesa

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    knight4696 commented on A Mothers Loss

    02-28-2010

    Knightpoems - This is my favorite of yours thus far. Very nice flow and the emotion is deep and tangible. Nice work! :) Ken
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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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