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Elizabeth Johnson Poem
Mommy, I know I left you here.
Ring ring went the phone,
Little did we know never again would I answer
Ring ring went the phone.
I was eating breakfast when
Open slammed the door,
That morning how strongly I would have denied
I would end up on the floor.
I tried to scream, Mom, I really did.
But he had me. . .
He used my garden tools to beat me.
He had me.
Those tools used to bring me so much joy,
But his purpose was to aid him.
I had loved greeting visitors with garden so green
It's not the tools' fault though, I don't blame them.
I shielded my face with my hand,
But soon that was broken. . .
The simple trowel was my doom,
All too soon, my face shattered and broken. . .
There was blood everywhere;
Mom I was so scared.
To stop fighting though,
I never dare.
The sleek black laptop I had
Been given for Christmas
Which held all of my
Favorite pictures of us,
With it and my purse,
He ran away,
Not knowing I wouldn't
Be here today.
The white-washed walls
Of the hospital room
Only all too well reminded
Me of Amontillado's tomb.
I left you in the hospital
Though. All alone. . .
They caught him, have comfort,
Even if you're alone.
I'm sorry Mommy,
I didn't want to go. . .
But who ever gets a choice?
I had to go.
How little did we know, that
One day, ring ring,
Never again would I answer
That phone, ring ring.
Copyright © Elizabeth Johnson | Year Posted 2011
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Elizabeth Johnson Poem
the walls are closing in...
im screaming...
but i cant let anyone hear me...
no one can hear me...
no one should hear me and try to save me...
that would only hurt them...
they need to stay away from me...
i need to stop hurting them...
i hurt so many people...
i need to stop screaming for help...
i need to suck it up and deal with the pain...
i need to stop being a wimp and randomly crying...
i need to stop...
i should give up...
i need to give up...
i want to give up...
but i cant...
that would hurt the people i love most...
that would hurt them more than anything...
so i cant give up...
i want to...
but i cant...
so i gotta suck it up and deal with it...
i gotta keep praying...
i gotta keep hoping...
i. need. help.
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Elizabeth Johnson Poem
you say you're trying to save me
when in fact that will only kill me...
you say that i have no idea what is to come
when it is really you who doesnt know...
you say you never help me, only hurt me
when in fact you almost never hurt me and always help me...
you ask me what i want you to do...
i reply: "Dont. Leave. Me."
Copyright © Elizabeth Johnson | Year Posted 2011
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Elizabeth Johnson Poem
you say I'm an angel with clipped wings,
here to save you.
when I'm really an angel with broken wings,
here for you to save me.
you say my wings are clipped,
but they're really broken.
you say you need my help,
but it is really me who needs help.
I can't lose you...
I need you...
they broke my wings completely off,
before they were hanging by a strand, still able to be healed...
but now they're gone...
the evil ones took my wings and ran...
and the nubs that are left are scarring over...
making me less if an angel and more human by the second...
I need you to get my wings back...
I need you to sew them back on and remove the scar tissue...
I need you...
I need your help...
so when I get my wings back,
I can help you.
I can help save you...
I can help.
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Elizabeth Johnson Poem
you were supposed to stay forever
you were supposed to tell me of the war
you were supposed to come to my wedding
but you won't be...
you left...
I didn't want you to...
but the cancer got you...
and you left...
they should have found it earlier...
but they ran all the wrong tests
and they couldn't find it...
not til it was too late...
so the cancer ate away at you...
it ate and ate and ate...
there was nothing to be done
all there was to be done was to wait...
so we did.
we waited,
and waited,
and waited...
we waited less than a month...
the longest month of my life...
until January 24, 2008, around 3 a.m.
she woke up and found you dead...
and now you're gone...
no matter how bad I want you to be here...
You're Gone...
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Elizabeth Johnson Poem
I am forever an Angel sent to help.
You were the first and greatest in need of it.
To you I clung, before my work was done, I in turn needed your help.
When you were back to needing me, to you the favor i returned.
I will love and need you forever and for always.
You tell me the same, if not more, and I believe you with all my heart.
The time I've known you has been the best of my life.
While we have fights and rough patches,
We will make it through it all.
Because Forever and For Always, we have each other.
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Elizabeth Johnson Poem
im all alone...
yet i have a multitude of friends
and loved ones surrounding me...
its depressing, really,
the life i lead.
family fighting...
friends fighting...
everyone fighting...
they hide it all so well,
the pain they're always in.
the pain they've been in
for so long they don't remember the last time they
weren't. They're like actors
and actresses, the way they hide it so well...
unless you knew what they're
going through, it's like they're
leading perfect lives...but they
aren't. They once did but they don't now and probably never will...
it's depressing, really.
the life i lead.
the lives they lead.
depressing...
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they fight all the time.
they fight and it never stops.
they fight and it never gets better.
they fight and it always gets worse.
they fight til they're blue in the face.
they fight til i can't stand it anymore.
they fight and i cry cuz there's nothing i can do.
the fighting and the crying never stop.
there's nothing i can do but pray.
they're always fighting.
it won't stop.
they hide it so well...
the pain they're in...
it's like they've never fought before...
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the darkness is closing in...
the two people that held it back for
me while i tried to get away are now down to one...one left and one stayed...
i pushed one awayfor their safety and selfishly asked the other
to stay and protect me...the other is now standing alone...
alone against the darkness...against the pain i don't want to feel...
against the pain i'm selfishly making them feel for me...while i cry, terrified,
terrified of the pain, all alone in the corner far away from the darkness...
with my little lamp that has become very dim...and my favorite stuffed animal and my
bible...crying and praying...not worrying about the hunger or thirst slowly building
up...
but only worrying about the pain that i want to disappear so i can stop hurting my
friend
and be able to be happy...able to truly smile and have dreams instead of
nightmares...
able to bring that friend back and stop hurting the other one...
then finally i can laugh again and stay happy...finally...
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