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Gone for Good
Sailing across the sea in silence,
I think back to my home, far away.
It is late and cold,
but my mind is away from the moving waves.
I am back at a place that is warm.
My life has been defined
by mistakes, bad choices.
Yet, when I think of home,
my children nestle in my chest.
My wife leaves tender kisses
on my rugged skin.
I see the faces of those I hurt.
Rob. Kill.
They are in pain, fear.
Those faces pain me.
My only reprieve is the faces of my daughters.
The innocence and love etched on their beautiful features.
The world judges me.
They don’t want me to live.
My little girls don’t judge me.
I pretend they can see me.
Far away, on their balcony.
I imagine they are waiting.
Waiting for a day that will never come.
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