Give my lifeA Poem by Lori Mack
Son,
Through my endless tears I watched my tired heart shatter into millions of dusty pieces filled with sorrow, worry, regret, broken dreams and heartache. I sit here overwhelmed with grief thinking of the next two years and what you will have to endure. Deep in my soul I feel my bitter screams of loss knowing I can never afford to come visit you during your term. I've have now been placed in a prison of my own. This is just to heavy and I would give my life, my freedom just for you to be happy, thriving and safe. Please Lord, send me not him please... L. Mack 4/25/19 © 2019 Lori Mack |
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Added on May 3, 2019 Last Updated on May 3, 2019 Author |