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Amanda Pendergraft Poem
Trapped inside this prison
Entangled in my mind,
Because I did not listen
To the warning at the time.
My life is just a blur right now
As I gather all my thoughts
Trying to remember, somehow
As my memory slowly rots
I remember a car
And a very bright light
Physically flying far
Barely sustaining the blight
I can hear the doctor talking
As my parents start to weep:
“Perhaps again, she’s never walking,
But the life-support, we’ll keep”
“It’ll do her good to hear you voice,
Perhaps she will respond.
It is too soon to rejoice,
But I promise she’s not gone.”
I can feel my parents hope,
Engulfing the entire room.
The reality they’ll never grope
Is the soon impending doom.
I know I won’t rise again-
I feel myself fading,
I have no fear; I will win.
Paradise is waiting.
Copyright © Amanda Pendergraft | Year Posted 2010
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Amanda Pendergraft Poem
Don’t criticize me for loathing mathematics
I don’t like history, I’m not one for dates.
I thank the Lord for my patience,
While I’m gone, my pen awaits.
I write about goals, about dreams and the like
Perhaps today’s will be a story, an insight to the human psyche.
Once my pen meets the paper, it will not stop,
Like a river, it runs its course, twisting through the mountains,
Useless dams will keep it still, but that’s not how nature
Designed it.
So distract me with your lessons, and teach me all you can.
But know that when the day is done, my pen has the last stand.
Perhaps I will incorporate my impatience with history and math
Into my writing today.
No, I think I will write about my story. The peace, and love that
Your lessons cannot teach me. I don’t need to know who won what war,
In order to succeed.
I only need my pen, compassion, and feelings.
My life is complete.
Copyright © Amanda Pendergraft | Year Posted 2010
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