I am broken and battered.
I've withered from the storm.
I tried to fake a smile,
But that's not my true form.
Every little thought of you,
Is slowly but surly tattered.
While your freedom and your happiness,
Is all that truly mattered.
Every day I miss you,
I've pondered on and on.
Every day a tissue,
Shed for baby Jon.
I'll see you again,
Sooner than you know.
Today you will see,
Death is not a show.
I'm sorry I'm not there,
You watch the blood flow.
I'm aware some don't care,
So I decided to just go.
I'm sorry you will find me,
In the sky so blue.
I'm sorry I couldn't stay,
You've lost not one but two.
I'm sorry when you find me,
You learn you didn't win.
This is our goodbye,
I have learned to fly.
I love you I say again,
As I draw my last breath in.
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Rexiena illise purdy (Pseudonym) (
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WELCOME REBECCA ~ for a very moving and emotional FIRST poem ~ I trust it is not your LAST. Most of us on MPS have experienced extremes of the AGONY and ECSTASY of LOVE. For some of our Members it has driven them to the brink of suicide. Despite the suicidal content of your poem ~ it is very elegantly penned in seven neat quatrains and a final doublet. It is replete with rhyme and rhythm. When I read your next poem I will know that you had second thoughts of ending the lives of yourself and Baby Jon. Every Blessing for both your futures ! Yours BRIAN (UK) Please check my poems ~ Thanks B.
Would you believe I came up with that as I was typing it
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