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.!

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