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Author Name: Freerandy johnson 2 Comments
Date Added: February 23, 2010 04:02:32 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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I killed my son
Last year I was forced to kill my son.
I shot him in the back with my gun.
He beat me and my wife and the beatings never ceased.
My wife always stopped me when I was going to call the police.
He beat the hell out of us even though we were his mom and dad.
My wife thought there was good in him but he was 100 percent bad.
The pain was something that my wife and I had to tote.
One day I saw him holding a knife to his mother's throat.
I got my pistol out of a drawer and I fired a shot.
If you're wondering if I'm happy about it, I am not.
He said "**** you" with his final breath.
I had no choice but to put him to death.
I will never forgive that bastard for what he put us through.
Now my wife and I are happy and we're starting our life anew.
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Comment By: Freee. Gene Myers on February 23, 2010 10:09:14 AM Report
Thank you for your comment.  I was worried.  Sometimes fiction can read harder than true life.  Though the beating part I have seen.  My stepfather beat my mother.  I saw her defend herself with a baseball bat one day.
Glad your poem isn't true.
Good    Horrible write, but well done
Comment By: PremiumGlata on February 23, 2010 07:46:26 AM Report
Wow, Randy...

I just read a post on another site about a woman that lost her son before he was ever born...And though your write is fictional, you know it happens more often than we want to admit. You have to wonder why it is that babies die before they even draw a breath...and then people that are like the young man you wrote about are allowed to live to grow to adulthood and bring such misery and pain every day. Life makes no sense, does it?



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