Quicksand
Posted: Sun Mar 05, 2006 9:02 pm
Drama
Its March 6th 1997
My name is Anthony Jones. I am 36 years old, I have a beautiful wife named Emily and amazing daughter named Ashley, she turned thirteen yesterday. "Life can't get any better then this", that's what I try to tell my self, when in reality life just blessed my wife with cancer. I have no clue how to cope with this, I feel that I?m not giving my best for this family, yet i work eleven hour shifts trying to keep them alive and still trying to make everything feel right, like nothings wrong. As my daughter walks by I notice something, I found trails of pain and sorrow deeply engraved into her pale cold wrists. I could see in her eyes that she felt alone, felt like no one was around to witness her accomplishments, and no one really cared for her. As i thought deeply about this I realized. something about myself Yesterday, the day before her birth day she was trying to show me something, something.. ahh I can't remember. This was at the time when i started to see affects showing from my wife?s face and body from the devil god blessed her with, stress had me in his grasp so tightly I didn?t even take a second to see what my daughter was trying to show me. You might think that I?m a good person reading this. I thought I was too, until things went from good to bad, to worse in my life, I can't take this anymore..I feel trapped in quicksand at the same time tied in the devils spiral, like a falling angel trying to stay up with life as the heavens above sit and laugh at my weakly attempts. So I end this note with a quote that didn?t help me..but it may help you "Life can't get any better then this" ***The Sound Of A Gun Cocking Back*** to Ashley - I'm sorry to see that you have to stoop low enough to do such a thing, I?ve hoped and tried to give the best..you've always been the greatest thing i could ever give to this world..I love you sweetie....
Emily - Your the reason I've made it this far, I Love you so much without you.... I don?t know what i would do...
"I cant even begin to imagine what's going to become of you" I Said ***As The Bullet Of The Pistol Releases***
Note : (This is Fiction, And The First Poem Ever Written)
Its March 6th 1997
My name is Anthony Jones. I am 36 years old, I have a beautiful wife named Emily and amazing daughter named Ashley, she turned thirteen yesterday. "Life can't get any better then this", that's what I try to tell my self, when in reality life just blessed my wife with cancer. I have no clue how to cope with this, I feel that I?m not giving my best for this family, yet i work eleven hour shifts trying to keep them alive and still trying to make everything feel right, like nothings wrong. As my daughter walks by I notice something, I found trails of pain and sorrow deeply engraved into her pale cold wrists. I could see in her eyes that she felt alone, felt like no one was around to witness her accomplishments, and no one really cared for her. As i thought deeply about this I realized. something about myself Yesterday, the day before her birth day she was trying to show me something, something.. ahh I can't remember. This was at the time when i started to see affects showing from my wife?s face and body from the devil god blessed her with, stress had me in his grasp so tightly I didn?t even take a second to see what my daughter was trying to show me. You might think that I?m a good person reading this. I thought I was too, until things went from good to bad, to worse in my life, I can't take this anymore..I feel trapped in quicksand at the same time tied in the devils spiral, like a falling angel trying to stay up with life as the heavens above sit and laugh at my weakly attempts. So I end this note with a quote that didn?t help me..but it may help you "Life can't get any better then this" ***The Sound Of A Gun Cocking Back*** to Ashley - I'm sorry to see that you have to stoop low enough to do such a thing, I?ve hoped and tried to give the best..you've always been the greatest thing i could ever give to this world..I love you sweetie....
Emily - Your the reason I've made it this far, I Love you so much without you.... I don?t know what i would do...
"I cant even begin to imagine what's going to become of you" I Said ***As The Bullet Of The Pistol Releases***
Note : (This is Fiction, And The First Poem Ever Written)