Syndrome
I saw unpaid policies
A busted borehole
I saw my Mama die
And our broken cars
I saw them grabbing the land
And defrauding the will
I saw no money coming in
And the torture of our rabid dog
Saw him biting another getting rabies too
Saw him biting the gardener
And many worries entering
I saw the money going out
And my sisters bickering
I saw you leaving me alone
I felt my world was caving in
I never saw your love for me
And never felt so much alone
Your honouring my name
You were the closest thing I saw
Never knew that I could hurt so bad
And then I turned it all on you
So sorry- doesnt quite cut it
I wont let you take me back
In case it comes around again
Dont kick a dog when it doesnt understand
Copyright © Jannie Breedt | Year Posted 2019
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