Choices

The hands which gently caressed me as a child , those same lips which said "I love you" ... Today those hands wish to bruise me , today those lips question me as if I was a stranger or even an enemy. In the things you do and say hurts the people you once loved. Now alone on the streets you sleep , for you safety I pray but near you I wish not to be! You have mastered your own destiny , dug your own grave. I may miss you and feel pity for you but to show it I will not. The man I once knew and trusted died years ago. You had taken a part of me.!