Ill PadreA Poem by Frieda PEverybody knows, no one speaks silence is golden and deadly you won't live forever your amoebas' keep chomping at my brain you've successfully stigmatized my prosperity your silent sword has yielded me mute You'll be gone and I'll live on coasting along simmering in this shadow amidst your past unforgivable transgressions Absolution will utterly never be granted unless you find it in another dimension if for some inescapable, irrational reasoning, you repent unspeakable truths, should penance forgive your trespasses IF they shall open the gates of paradise to you I'd gladly burn in hell for eternity © 2013 Frieda PAuthor's Note
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Added on January 16, 2013Last Updated on January 26, 2013 AuthorFrieda PNJAboutIf you want to know me, read my poetry, it's all in there. I am a mother of three sons (my finest moments) a sister, a survivor and a little bit crazy. I lost my beloved sister to suicide, so you'll.. more..Writing
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