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trutodaraiders Senior Member
since 2006-12-02
Posts 820CA 
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He cared not once, I always thought, He loved with pain and hateful ways, I lived not one score, before I sought The rainless nights and sunny days. I thought escape would end it all, His death - my freedom won, But, my mind was shackled with an evil pall, His grasp still tight on his youngest son. But, as I grew and loved those near, His memory and me began to part, My mind set free - no place for fear, Now he is a memory locked deep in my heart. I blamed myself for years, long past, For violence bestowed on this young mind, But innocence, then, was all I cast, Now love and hope is all I find. Poetry is just the evidence of life. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Growth, and time, can be a wonderful blessing. There's a lot of heart in this poem, and I can imagine what it took to write the truth.  |
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trutodaraiders Senior Member
since 2006-12-02
Posts 820CA |
Indeed Sunshine. Thank you for posting this poem. |
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trutodaraiders Senior Member
since 2006-12-02
Posts 820CA |
lol thank you for replying to this poem. *grabs coffee* Half awake |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
trutodaraiders Good write, enjoyed the read. |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
I know this story very well...in your words, you have unveiled the ache in its ultimate prophecy. To be, who we were born to be. Excellent write. Merry Christmas. TD |
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Roniece Dawson-Bruce Member Ascendant
since 2000-01-29
Posts 5689Sydney, Australia |
I so miss my Dad... these words are heartfelt... RDB |
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