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An Empty Bed

Poetry By: Angie Blake
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It is always so hard when you are mother of the boy who got the girl pregnant You never get choices and you HAVE to do what they say when they say it. Well, I am done doing that!


Submitted:Sep 10, 2013    Reads: 17    Comments: 7    Likes: 7   


I count my blessings
I leave nothing out,
But there is still hurt in my heart
Without a doubt.

I stare at her pictures,
When she was new born,
The only thing I feel towards you,
is hatred and scorn.

You took her away
before I got my first smile,
It's been so long since I've hugged her,
I just want to hold her for a while.

Yet, you sit on your throne,
Day after day
You give us no choice
You just took her away.

You expect forgiveness
after your righteous act,
You better proceed with caution
on your next attack.

Cuz this time we won't take it
Simply lying down,
I'll make sure your world
is turned completely around.

I can no longer forgive you
After all that's been said,
All I get out of that
is a broken heart and an empty child's bed.





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