Father

October 11, 2008
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A hand
Reaching out to comfort
Owned by the man who cared

A hug
Wrapped around me lovingly
Given by the one who was there

A fist
Aimed at me in anger
Powered by his uncovered lies

A gun
Pointed at my heart
Held by the one I used to love

A tear
Falling down my face
Filled with the sorrow of his hate

A girl
Fallen to heaven
Gone from the cruelty of this world





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