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Jun 2010
He picks up the glass
again
Not a cup,
no
Piercing shards

Remainders of the night
Evidence of affliction

Tossed away
Once Again

To be forgotten
Till tomorrow

He feels the injustice
He's aware of its presence

Never taught to run
Never taught to speak

He stays, basking in his pain
In loneliness he cries,
in neglect he wipes his own tears;
Pats his own back,
using a conforting tone, reassures himself
Saying, everything's gonna be alright

His life is agony
His time is short

He will depart, soon
In a pursuit of a better world

Never to have a relationship
Only a love

She'll drive him through boulders
Cause his head to throb

Burn his wallet
like a lighter and gasoline

She'll put him to asleep
He'll make her keep him awake

She'll take him down that road
He'll depart her, and the rest of the world

They caused this,
She'll be to the blame

They could plead 5th
She can be scorned

Never did they see
Never did they look

What's to find when not searching
They'll continue their life

Their son won't
He has left them, for something they never knew how to provide
Compassion
They heard the word, even experienced the word, but never provided it

Their greatest posssesion is now gone
because they lost sight of their true priorities

They will never know
He never knew

An endless riddle
Look at yourself.
And Solve.
Written by
Catie Blurr
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