For The First Time
It was late on a Saturday, As I entered the small white house. Everyone extremely quiet, As if we were being watched. Flowers hung everywhere, It seemed like it should be a happy place. All the family was gathered, What could possibly be more fun. But the silence remained. For the first time, I was not sure what to do. For the first time, I had no one to go to. For the first time, I felt empty and alone. I was alone. Family did not matter, They were only there to hurt me. The room so small, I felt as if I were a prisoner. The sights so terrifying, I still see them years later. They won't leave me be. For the first time, I cried. For the first time, I yearned for someone, But no one came. For the first time, I realized life was cruel. I had seen a member of my family, Dead. For the first time.This is an old one that I wrote back in 1999 Written March 11th, 2002 © on Mar 11 2002 08:00 AM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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