A "Fate," poem. So, can you people guess what my  favorite episode is? Tell me if it stinks. Gary's  P.O.V.
 
 Disclaimers: I don't own the characters and\or  situations. They are sole property of CBS and Sony  TriStar. No copyright infringement is intended.
 
 Rating: G

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Jeremiah
by Mary Hobson

His name was Jeremiah,
  and he died yesterday.
 His name was Jeremiah,
  the one that got away.
 
 My life's in shambles,
  my faith's a wreck,
 The tears slide slowly down my cheeks,
  stopping at my neck.
 
 My heart is broken,
  shattered little pieces, strewn across the floor.
 I want to throw away the paper,
  I can't take this anymore!
 
 What could I have done,
  why has he died?
 What could I do,
  what could I have tried?
 
 It's all over now,
  and his soul is lost,
 I should have saved him
  at any cost.
 
 Where did I go wrong,
  what did I do?
 I did what I did,
  and I feel dead too.
 
 Out drinking late,
  numbing the pain,
 Drink 'til it hurts,
  will I ever be sane?
 
 I feel horrible,
  why did he die yesterday?
 The whole scene plays over again in my head,
  like a song overplayed.
 
 My friends try to help,
  but you can't tell a person how to feel.
 Sometimes I wonder if this is all just a dream,
  is this all even real?
 
 I hate myself for what has happened,
  for what I *could* have done.
 The weight of my actions rests on my head,
  the weight of my actions weighs a ton.
 
 The paper said that I would die,
  a building was to collapse on my head.
 I'll do it, and throw in the towel,
  I'm better off dead.
 
 I called my folks,
  they weren't there.
 I left an odd message,
  and probably gave them a scare.
 
 I always expected to be Mr. Hero,
  but I've failed, and watched Jeremiah fall.
 How can I fight the future
  when I feel two feet tall?
 
 I went to the factory,
  facing my fate.
 It was my turn to go,
  I couldn't make up for Jeremiah, it was too late.
 
 The boards fell and crashed on me
  but as my soul slid down to die,
 A voice came from the shadows
  and comforted me as I did cry
 
 He gave me a choice,
  life or death.
 Stay or go,
  would I live or was this my last breath?
 
 I would live,
  live my life every day.
 Try to make up for what I've done,
  in every possible way.
 
 It's still my fault,
  I still know it.
 But then I realized,
  no good will come if I give up and quit.
 
 I'm still depressed,
  my heart's still shattered.
 I'm still not okay,
  my faith's still battered.
 
 I'll be okay,
  but it will take a long while.
 My heart's still broken,
  and stacked in a pile.
 
 But I'll still make it,
  through every day.
 Thank you Mr. Snow,
  for you I pray.
 
 His name was Jeremiah,
  and he died yesterday.
 His name was Jeremiah,
  the one that got away.

Email the author: Mary Hobson
 
 

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