Last of the Dying Breed
The source of pleasure, that life once bring to me is over,
The sacrifices I made, till this day there is no total.
I have tried, time and time to add up what I have lost will take forever,
What I came up with is this, I lost two children and my companion all together.
What I have now is just my life?
Why would I try to spark up enough energy to start a fight?
Fight for my family, that detest me because of their spiteful mother,
What have I done, in the past five years that now you say to me, you have another?
After two children, now that is it,
Just remember one more thing about me, I will never quit.
Catya and Jordan, my two guardian angels that I cannot see,
Never all the way through, my life you will never forgive me.
To my two most precious creators that God started all of us from seeds,
And one day when you read my poetry you will see, why I am The Last of the Dying Breed!
Copyright © Leotis Hargrove | Year Posted 2022
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