You finally did it
I'm not only broken, I'm defeated
My stomach an empty pit
The true death, thus far has been cheated.
You took away my money
You held my happiness hostage
Useless is this bear without honey
Time has come to bleed out, on stage.
To my son, I just want to say
You've gone through more, than a child should
Wishing I cold be at your side everyday
But my time has now come, I knew it would.
As for my beautiful Princess
I am to leave you soon
Your memory of me, time rinses
But I promise you'll see me in the moon.
As far as the one dubbed "Taker"
I hope you see me when you close your eyes
For I am about to meet my maker
Keep your eyes on "mypoeticside."
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Beautifully written.
Thank you all for your comments, and taking the time to read.
Tragedy write in a tragic way.
"For I am about to meet my maker",
Isn't it selfish. Leave the kids behind, because he can not face the hardship and take the easiest way to get a permanent self relief.
Myself and Me: You're the second person to call me selfish/coward.
We are all different. What if he is forced to come to an end, from a different party? Either he comes to an end or someone else does. Is it selfish for the sacrafice? Is it selfish when the poison is extracted from society?
Selfish.... Noted..
Sorry, not mean to hurt you. Do not take the poison from the society. Do not scarify yourself in this way. Scarify yourself by taking the pain to love and take the courage to be loved.
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