LIFE WITHOUT PAROLE
My crime, being born,
Unwanted, unloved, sad and forlorn.
No blood, but toxic poison runs through my veins,
I was swaddled in guilt, wretchedness and pain.
A child of sorrow, a child of woe,
Born on a Thursday, always having far to go.
Launched from a hellish childhood, into a sea of pain,
At the mercy of parents, who were quite insane.
Fatally wounded, but not allowed to die,
Sentenced to life without parole, wondering why?
Love is just a painful word,
Never felt, but daily heard.
Life's sands continue to run,
I will shed no tears when life is done.
No one will validate my pain,
Pointing fingers saythat I am to blame.
So weary of a life of pretend,
A merry-go-round with a ride without end.
I am a weary life warrior, sick of the fight,
Soon death will come and I never got it right.
By PattiAnn
© 2008 PattiAnn
(All rights reserved)
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