The anger which won't seem to fade,
the madness I have yet to tame.
The life I know of has been bought,
your lack of presance has been tought.
How could you leave me like I was,
a helpless child I feel because.
I'm sick of waiting all these years,
to think of all my wasted tears.
I tell you now how much you've done,
I'm done with life which has begun.
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Keith A. Lynema