Shut Out by Seizure

Another fight at home, they said that I must go
They threw me out the door, I landed in the snow
I brushed myself off, I stood and waved "good-bye"
They slammed the door shut, I started to cry
I dropped into the snow, then started to think
I'd have broken every bone, if I didn't sink
In the gentle snow, tears froze to my cheek
I think about the future, it is looking bleak

And so there I was, cold and all alone
My family hated me, I could not have known
I had to plan for this, before just tonight
Why the hell did they, have to start the fight?
What's left of my heart, and what's left of my soul
Is all that I have, I've dug my own hole
I have nothing left, so why should I try?
I collapse in my hole, and I wait to die

Leah06 (12.232.5.189) -- Saturday, May 3 2003, 12:47 am

Seizure...
This was very good. Nice going martin! Great poem!

Seizure (216.47.215.144) -- Saturday, May 3 2003, 08:45 am

Leah06
thanks for the comment... don't know if Martin has read it yet... but I think he might like it.

Martin Vann (65.57.56.211) -- Sunday, May 4 2003, 09:11 pm

The tears were frozen, but gave birth to words of warmth & life.
Seiz,

Thoughts from others are usually, hard to capture with words used in reply. However, you have replied to and given me an answer to a question, that I shared with you.Seizure, you have told me more about you, with this work. Into the snow, they threw you, and your lonely, bewildered tears, from all alone, were frozen upon your face, nothing new, you had felt the cold for years. The snow, more refreshing than cold, gave birth to the sprit, that many of us have come to love and know. You saw no one around you, as you looekd up from the snow, but Seizure I can tell you though you saw no one, in that snow, your tears were froze, but..., you were not alone!

This hole that you fell into was obviiously ment to be, and no you did not create it, for it was ment to be this way, before you were ever borne.

Your destiny, has melted all the snow, yet the pain, much of it remains. This is what you share with the rest of us, and explain so that we understand, we also, felt, our own tears frozen in the snow, what we "did not feel," were the words, you have shared for years, created by frozen tears, while laying in the snow.

We hear them them now, Seizure and though some will not admit, the feelings we can and have shared with you, the same you same with us. However, I can tell you this, the coldest of the frozen snow, that hardened your tears into years, they have melted into words, gathered as a message and written as a poem.

The bring forth the isolation of a body cold and frozen, in words we understand, yet, few will admit.

What do I think about this work, others may, or may not, search for the answer in my words, but Seizure, I know you hear my words, and my reply is not intended, for any other.

With Respect,
MartinV

Justus Isaiah Richardson (152.163.189.234) -- Monday, May 5 2003, 12:44 am

I know that tear.
The going get's tough, so many of our parents just walk away. I guess that's why the divorce rate is so high. Ooh, that's too much for me, better walk away. Not only do they divorce their spouses, but they divorce their children too. I know exactly how this feels Seizure. Hang in there, and don't give up. And whatever you do, don't hook up with the wrong croud.

Justus

LinzAy (64.12.96.171) -- Tuesday, May 6 2003, 05:09 am

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Awesome writing Seiz!..i really like this batch ya sent in!

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