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I was sitting back on the couch feeling so relaxed, That very moment I heard that knock, That ring, how could I ever forget? I stood up to open up the door, I saw him standing there looking pale, Wondering what could have been or what not. I let him in He was shivering like never before. I was glad to see him, but it was daunting to see him like that, Him being so numb It was something unusual, I asked him what was the matter And all he could say was, "They are after me save me!! " I could not get who was after him, He was my beloved son, Who was chasing him to death. I suddenly locked all my doors and windows. He hugged me tight and he said, "I am sorry my mother, it's all my fault" I still couldn't get what was happening, And The last thing I remember was Someone breaking through our window, They held guns right on our forehead, And then I heard a trigger Blood splashed on my face And I looked at the other side, It was a corpse of my dead son. With those childish eyes, I could not hold back my tears, I didn't know what to do. And Then once in for all I was lying on the rugged carpet Gasping my last breaths, Hoping I could have saved my son.
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May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 11:14 AM UTC
Son
I was sitting back on the couch feeling so relaxed, That very moment I heard that knock, That ring, how could I ever forget? I stood up to open up the door, I saw him standing there looking pale, Wondering what could have been or what not. I let him in He was shivering like never before. I was glad to see him, but it was daunting to see him like that, Him being so numb It was something unusual, I asked him what was the matter And all he could say was, "They are after me save me!! " I could not get who was after him, He was my beloved son, Who was chasing him to death. I suddenly locked all my doors and windows. He hugged me tight and he said, "I am sorry my mother, it's all my fault" I still couldn't get what was happening, And The last thing I remember was Someone breaking through our window, They held guns right on our forehead, And then I heard a trigger Blood splashed on my face And I looked at the other side, It was a corpse of my dead son. With those childish eyes, I could not hold back my tears, I didn't know what to do. And Then once in for all I was lying on the rugged carpet Gasping my last breaths, Hoping I could have saved my son.
#son #mom #sad
manika
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manika
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 11:14 AM UTC
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