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 May 2013 Kate Louise Marshall
KM
Slow and steady, death consumes.
A sweet sweet kiss, passion blooms.
My heart you hold, poison me not.
Gaze in my eyes, I'm already caught.
A friend and I were discussing love and this spun out of the conversation
You don't have to tell me
                 I'm not good enough.

I already know.
It was my father who left me,
To discover a place of his own,
Lonely, but dishearten I felt,
For a place called “unknown.”
Baffled was I,
As to why he suddenly left me,
I trembled alone in fear,
Was I a goner soon to be?
Where have my hopes gone,
Withered away to stone,
Leaving nothing but the past,
For a place called, “unknown.”
Why do I feel resentment?
My father had a horrifying tone,
Had left me heartbroken,
For a place called, “unknown.”
My heart beats like thunder,
As I shiver to the bone,
My father ruined me,
For a place called, “unknown.”
Where will I go from here?
Too much my father had shown,
A martyr my father will always be,
For a place called, “unknown.”

— The End —