Your illness has made me sick
And I have nothing left of a cure
But now your sickness is poisoning my children
I have no choice but to make this a war
I battled with both of our demons
I believed you were sorry and broken
But now as my son crumbles before me
I hate myself for what I let be foresaken
Spit out all of your venom
Cry your last sorry tears
Believe me there’s nothing left now
So please take your poison from here
Look, my baby is dying
As he rages so full of our toxins
Forgiveness is not for either of us now
We will pay for the sum of our sins
I don’t know if he’ll rise from our ashes
I don’t know if time will heal
But whatever paper I signed with the devil
I’ll burn in hell for the cost of that deal
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A fine write Sylvia.
Well it was probably a bit too raw, but thanks
Well written, Sylvia. I just hope that this is not your life!
I guess it was a version of life for at least a day
Very good write Sylvia but as Fred says I do hope it is not your life.
Andy
My life is a blur I feel like I am watching from afar but have never made sense of
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