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Marion Forrest Feb 2010
I have no more tears, please just let me be,
For your not the one who will set me free.
Life is demeaning; I don’t see the light,
For you have no torch that can shine that bright.
I want you to pass and go on your way,
Know not to stare, take your weight and don’t stay.
My voice, has no voice, who should I now blame,
I’m down on my knees but whom will I shame.
Me? A little girl! Of just nine years old,
I’m hungry, alone, it’s dark and I’m cold.
I dare not move, a statue I will lay,
My eyes I close tight, my voice I now pray.
Who do I shame, this man spills like larva,
My dignity I keep from you father.
Marion Forrest Feb 2010
I would swim the largest ocean,
To search and light the flare,
I would climb the highest mountain,
To save you from despair.

I would place myself on the front-line,
As my strength would be you’re shield.
I would run through the forest of darkness
And fight the stormy field.

I would hold you close all through the night,
To show dreams can come true.
For the love I hold inside of me,
Would always be there for you.
Marion Forrest Feb 2010
Should I seek for the place of understanding?
Or do I remain in this place of the unknown?
Should I walk the walk to shed some light?
Or do I presume this light bulb has blown?

How do I go back to the beginning?
When the end was so unexpected?
I need the answers to my quest,
So I no longer feel dejected.

I try so hard to make sense of it all?
As I lay awake although the night,
But the message is clear, as I shed a tear,
So I have to turn off the light.

But then I feel there’s been no closure,
So I turn the light back on,
I gaze out the nightly window,
And I ask why this all went wrong?

How can I mend this hole in my heart?
When it’s been left with no needle and thread,
How can this be, why did you do this to me?
Words that were spoken; without being said.

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