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Absent in one's own life
Hovering just outside of yesterday
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I left my broken heart in a box outside your door
But you left it in the freezing rain
Each widening crack as the ice seeped in
Led to one more nightmare
Another shattered dream
We had it all my darling
At least I thought it so until my money ran out
Then it was my time to go
Is that truly what it was all about
You had everything you ever wanted
Until the cash ran out
So was that all you wanted
The good life I once could give
You said you truly loved me
That I was the reason that you lived
Now my shattered heart lies outside your door
Frozen by the bitter winds
And each and every lonely night
My sleep is haunted by one more shattered dream
This is well outside my comfort zone but I had to try it
There’s a devil in me trying to raise his face
there’s a god in me trying to put him in his place
a fight to fill the hole in my heart
but the battle is lost before they can start
soul electric, here to stay
pulls me apart need to make them pay
a million volts in a lightning kiss
re-align my core in symmetrical bliss.
 Dec 2014 SweetJacksonFan
M
focus
 Dec 2014 SweetJacksonFan
M
focus*, and maybe this time
I won't have to look back on yesterday
with shame
With fingertips
I touch your forehead

my hands bless your head

my heart accepts you for life.

I vow to love you
as I have loved my son.

Welcome home, my daughter.
that says for my absence for a fortnight.
thank you all fellow poets on hp.
my gratitude to Victoria, Rick, Steve, Cristina and Chimaera.
 Dec 2014 SweetJacksonFan
axr
she swings
thinking about her tomorrow
she swings
to get away from her sorrow
she swings
while her master is away
she swings
to get away from her fate
she swings
not laughing
she swings
discreetly as they continue fighting
she swings
knowing that she is reckless
she swings*
*counting seconds to her death
this is about child labour. in my country, child labour is still prominent. the other day, i saw an underage babysitter,no more than 13 years of age swinging on the swing while the kid continued to play elsewhere. her expression,her tears and empathy drove me to write this.
might add more later
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