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That morning
I woke up that beautiful morning
with a big smile and a stretch
no one could have for seen the horrible act that happened next.
I walked down the stairs
sleepy eyes scanning the living room
Then all of a sudden hands covered my face.
Hands that belonged to whom?
On reflex I began screaming
Trying to kick my way out
"Who are you!" I screamed "Why are you doing this to me?"
"Poor girl, You will never find out."
His voice sent chills down my spine
as he began to pull me away
And that was the end of my life,
On that beautiful fall day.
with a big smile and a stretch
no one could have for seen the horrible act that happened next.
I walked down the stairs
sleepy eyes scanning the living room
Then all of a sudden hands covered my face.
Hands that belonged to whom?
On reflex I began screaming
Trying to kick my way out
"Who are you!" I screamed "Why are you doing this to me?"
"Poor girl, You will never find out."
His voice sent chills down my spine
as he began to pull me away
And that was the end of my life,
On that beautiful fall day.
Published 17th Dec 2014
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18th Dec 2014 4:35pm
The voice of the poem was like very classical narration and resigned accepting whatever fate had come upon it as the eternal destiny of it. It is dark and eery, and the resigned voice that tells the story without the passion to resist the fate that that had come upon it was true to the character of hopelessness which made the poem all the more haunting. The mystery of the character that killed the person continues as well. Yet, the narrator does not try to understand that (as far as we know)after her death which adds to the resignation that a reader might perceive in this poem. That the narrator ended with "On that beautiful fall day" not allowing her lot that day to change that the day was beautiful shows how unexpected the event was and also more resignation that her bad fortune is not significant enough to change the description of a day or a belief that although bad fortune might come to someone, the day is still beautiful. In the latter, there would then be an inconsistency between the person's fate and the day and the good fortune that other's had in that day which could note isolation and solitude in the fate that she has received. Great write! Welcome to DU
18th Dec 2014 9:01pm
21st Dec 2014 3:33am
