Exhausted
Time has passed,
The pain still lasts,
And I’m still hesitant to write,
Issues and pains,
They still remain,
From this plight, I beg flight,
My father coped with pipes,
Thus, with me, he lost stripes,
And though he’s trying to do right,
I will no longer try,
I shed all tears,
I will no longer cry,
I gave all ears,
Can no longer listen,
To a man whose mind is locked in a prison.
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