Stone Cold Heart
(This isn't a fictional poem)
Last year I did something that was really mean.
I kicked out my daughter who was only fifteen.
When she told me that she was pregnant, compassion wasn't what she received.
I told her to pack her bags and leave.
She was all alone with no shelter and that wasn't right.
She froze to death on a cold winter night.
I had become a monster with a stone cold heart.
When I was asked to identify her body, I thought it wouldn't bother me but it tore
me apart.
The image of her cold lifeless body is burned into my brain.
I don't want to live because I'm in a great deal of pain.
She was helpless and I turned my back on her when she needed me the most.
I know that I'll go to hell and I know that I'll roast.
When I look in the mirror, I see a man who doesn't deserve to live.
If I live to be a hundred, I'll be the only person who I'll never be able to forgive.
Copyright © Randy Johnson | Year Posted 2006
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