Voices (poem for Zac)
I try to hear my thinking
Among the noisy mad crowds
Between the chaotic life movies
That leave my mind swimming round
What am I thinking anyway
Just confused mixed up useless thoughts
They come and go like 4 x 4 killers
Or a beautiful white horse
Though often thoughts of clarity
Will jump up from inside
Like a float held down in water, then released
Intuition told me that he died
I already knew what they would tell me
I knew what they were about to say
What I cant remember is..
Did I know before
Or after it was too late
by AnneMarie Foley
(April 2009)
The Zac Foley Fansite 
Oh AnneMarie, what a poem! I think I must process it, before I can really say something. It touches me so very deep inside.
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Thank you Anja x
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Reading this my thought, emothions, tears burst out. It’s a sad though sound sweet to me. Nobody could write this but you.
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Thanks Rumi X
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I already knew what they would tell me
I knew what they were about to say
What I cant remember is..
Did I know before
Or after it was too late
Speechless.
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Yes Virgi, I couldn’t think right about to say when I read this, just remembered and imagined every motion of him.
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I wasn`t sure if it was very good or not, I think most people are never very sure about there own works. I still think to myself its not that good. I only put what I felt inside really
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I believe it doesn’t exist bad poem or writing when it came from the soul of a person. And the last part of the poem really touching me.
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Hi AnneMarie, thank you for putting your poem online. Like the words of a song, poetry can trigger alot of emotion that effects everyone in a personal way. i felt butterflies when i read your words because they described to me the true reality of loss and the journey you have to go through after. It just makes you think …
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Thanks Lindy
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Thanks for sharing it with us anyway. You are the only one who REALLY knew him and actually we all should hide us with our poetically effusions. Maybe it seems really strange for you to read our poems about your brother. But maybe it is also interesting or even helpful for you having this mixture of reality and phantasie perceptions.
Concerning the last two verses of your poem: I can feel a certain kind of self-reproaches. Is it this way?
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Yes, I do feel guilty, thinking I could have done more to help him, or thinking if only he did`t go out that night, i suppose its easy to look back in hindsight and think what you could have done differently. There`s always that big “If only ” 😦
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I do understand what you feel, guilty. And there’s just “if” forever. Even us, his fans feel such way like this. Though, he must be lucky how you feel, and we feel and confess in various ways, poems, drawings, and songs, he sees all about us, and feel comfortable I believe…
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If there is anyone at all to blame , then those who seduced/sold him this stuff. Nevertheless I can understand your feelings. I guess I would not feel different. It is the normal feeling of loving people.
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The guilty feeling. One of the worst feeling ever.
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