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Her Final Hour
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Her Final Hour

Poem By Amy Louise Kerswell

You may no it.
Or you may not want to see.
But her final hour is near.
She'd been screaming for your help.
Asking for help for so long.
All her screaming fell upon deaf ears.

Within her final hour.
She belived she had no other choice.
But to go out of the world this way.
She just couldnt deal with one more day.

Her final hour now has come and gone.
Her family get that knock on the door.
Sorry but we've got bad news.
All they can do is scream why.
Why Amy why do it.

As they go to identify the body.
All they can do is hope and pray.
They pray its all a mistake.
When they see its her.
They brake down.
It was no mistake.

They wonder just what the hell was she thinking.
How could we not of known.
In the morning the pray and hope.
It was just a bad dream.
But of course it was no dream.
She really had gone.

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Comments (1)

a very wonderful piece of work! 10++