I cry for onbe last time
Sweet sarrows of no ryhme
tick tock goes the clock
time ticks by to fro and frock
locks of hair shredded from place
a heart like a blizzard from space
A gap in my soul longing for release
A swolen gaping frustration for an appeal
A mind of its own a center piece to a table of torment
A state of awareness only eyes can read in discontent
A longing for that place in the sun
A moment in time where i can have a son
A daughter with fiery hair and a gaze
A mirror image of her mother with no haize
A space and time where I belong
A face to associate and feel strong
the walls scream for me to be free
I am not too tame to seek and to be
it is all a matter of time......
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