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Sandra Doughty Poem
Behind the Glass Walls
You ripped out from the private place only you held in my Spirit.
Slowly tearing my flesh away, keeping me suffering every day.
Picking away at me, slowly dying, it's pure agony, can you see
Any just in this madness? Turned into the monster that
Betrayed the both of us with his nastiness.
Tears of blood pouring out behind my glass walls that I have
Kept working for the ability to see outside this world and
Survive In yours. I fall to my knees, unable to please nor to
Proceed. This has to be over.
Screaming silently from the depths of my Soul all the love
Has turned to sorrow.There is no more hiding till tomorrow.
Slowly you seeped out. Please keep out. Your world is so
Creeped out. It's time I have to shut you out "daughter".
See you again, if your able to try this better and start over,
Keeping it stable.Try to fill in all these holes of sorrow,
But my glass walls have began to shatter, the pressure
Exploding, don't you see, that my life matters, my dear
Daughter, until you can love me for me, put the blame
Where it started, our paths have to stay parted.
Copyright © Sandra Doughty | Year Posted 2022
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