Thursday, April 17, 2008

Poem: Crazy Home Over

As soon as you stop
taking the abuse
they have no use for you.

Locking me out
she is a prisoner
in her own home.

I should have seen it coming,
but perhaps I have learned now.

She took everything she wanted
and threw the rest
out the door.

Where will I go from here?
On to my future,
with God as my guide.

I will not stoop
to this level
of hers.

No anger, resentment, or hate.

There are just a few things
she's stolen
which I still want.

But if I cannot get them,
life will go on.

Doe she think
that by keeping my things
I may one day come back?

No one knows
the Mind of Insanity.

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