I took the time,
To write each line.
An annotated record,
Of the pain and strife.
I can't come to grips,
With what I wanted to say.
I wish that they hadn't taken you away.
My voice is gone.
My words unheard.
My heart has stopped beating -
It's simply preserved.
Put on display,
As I slowly decay.
A lesson that screams, "Don't give it away!"
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PoetryA compilation of poetry that describes love, loss and hardship.
