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Gone Baby Gone
Too painful to dwell
On my divine living Hell.
It's more than my duty,
It's my life.
I chose you for a reason!
Strode the most tortuous of seasons
Is this self-sabotage?
You're all but gone baby gone.
I sit back utterly numbing
Watching this train wreck transforming
You are more than a phantom
Of repressed past tragedies.
And I ache before who I've become!
Every day losing more of my freedom.
There goes my Soul.
Just like her daddy whose sadly
Gone baby gone.
I chose you for a reason!
Strode the most tortuous of seasons
Is this self-sabotage?
You're all but gone baby gone.
I sit back utterly numbing
Watching this train wreck transforming
You are more than a phantom
Of repressed past tragedies.
love the above stanzas of your meaningful poem.. which make me think and i read it four time and enjoyed each time with new ideas..and feelings.. thsi is greatness in your poetry..hope you didnt forget me to send comments...