Without the pain I wish to be
going to the one I loved yet now despise
that mother is a mad one
my youngest stares cross legged by the window
with tears in her young eyes
and I feel sick with grief

Nearly 18 years of hell with that *****
and all I told her of knowledge she ditched
but I will pick up the pieces of turmoil
yet the pain burns within me
for I am somewhat human
and it's crap to feel

I make a smile form somehow
and say my sweet daughter
let me tell you a story about George the kitten
yet I recant it with a broken heart
my temple does not reside here anymore
as I sold my heart to the love of poetry


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris





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