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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