Melanie Where Is She
Melanie, where is she ???
My patience has reached a ceiling.
Much too heavy is this feeling
I get when I get no consideration.
Your total lack of appreciation
breaks my troubled heart
with each and every new start
I become in evolved in.
These journeys, what sin.
I feel that I have reached an end.
Your attitudes, I no longer care to defend,
justify as a product of your drug addiction.
This must be my sad and final conviction.
You, my Dear, have made your choices.
I have had enough of these drug induced voices.
I do not want to believe that this is you,
yet, you come out, in word, in all you do,
that doth convince me that you are
- once beautiful -, now a falling star.
My wish is, that Creekside offers hope
for us all, that you clean up, get off the dope.
Love
A sad Dad
B . J . “ A ” 2
September 2nd 2016
Copyright © William J. Jr. Atfield | Year Posted 2016
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