When You Left

December 15, 2011
By Anonymous

How can you just turn your back on me;
without even a tiny glimpse
my life is vanishing, falling threw the cracks of all your pathetic lies.
Only you can fix what has been broken,
but you can’t help the scars that are left behind.
I tried to forgive you,
I tried to forget how wounded your word hit me and nearly destroyed my spirit.
Who was left to pick up the pieces, if not you?
Who was left to wipe away my tears, if not you?
My sorrow mourns for your acceptance
and yet you are the blackness that surrounds my world.
Outside the trees are bare,
the ground has a hint white glaze sheet,
but then again some things never change,
forevermore.


The author's comments:
I wrote this piece to indicate about my father who left me before i was born then came into my life when I was 2 then left again when I was 6. I was very close to him and he abandoned me, and that is what destroyed me. This poem I wrote helped me to make peace of how much my father was a lunatic.

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