With Child

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Destructive mind,

Attempts to leave it all behind,

What’s it going to take this time?

 

Seeking placebo effect,

Endless moot trek,

No drug to satisfy this appetite.

 

Days slip into night,

Seek to find what was never right,

Rainbows don’t end in pots of gold.

 

Living rich but feeling poor,

Heart closed just like every door,

Mirrors reflect untold lies.

 

Now with child in hand,

Will the cycle begin once again?

Only time will tell….

 

Played that game in my life,

A child’s love marred in strife,

Tears fill my eyes.

 

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