Once, but a fleeting dream
I thought of you although unseen
The roads we'd walk and play pretend
The love you'd have without an end
She wonders now if you were a curse
The damage done could not be worse
I clutch my chest; a stifled cry
I damn the Creator with my why
It hurts enough to not know
Who you'd be, how'd you grow
Awaited were the most gentle hands
Considered were the best of plans
Now I bear a life of Hell
My faith is broken, my mind unwell
Ours hearts will hold you most dear
You should be here
You should be here
About the Creator
William Voss
Here to grow my writing capabilities, and maybe wrangle some dog treat money for the pups. Benji (Avatar), Scoobert (Left), Habibi (Right) are always happy and full of "Ben-ergy". Someday maybe I'll write about their own adventures. :)
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