Please Don't Kill Me...

This poem begs an answer to this question - Where does love go when a family is in crisis?

Yes....that's an atrocious fate.

*sighs and leaves crying*

LC

I had to stop and re read....chilling.

i lived this

as a child

every payday

it still hurts

and very strong here. touching know doubt and with very real circumstances......nicely done.......don

I have to deal with shit like this, or close to it alot-damn good piece of writing Sack! Some pretty sad shit people have to deal with and you brought home something I think people are aware of but more need to be!

I really did not know

where you were going with

this, though my mind was

racing as fast as the page

would allow, and the words

flowed all to fast..

to BANG ... and .....gone.

DAMN SACK !!!

was not expecting that,

and yet I have felt that before,

a long time ago..

very sad indeed..

-sGp-

I'm glad that wasn't your Christmas contribution. Very sad and it happens all too often.

so very sad.... and unfortunately happens to more women then we are aware of.

~Honey

*nods slowly, silently leaves a rose*

E

A tale that brings me to close to my former self. Far too many have not been graced as I have to know the taste of freedoms breath. Thank you Sack for reminding all the cost of possession.

Du Lac~

*mentioned on today's review

which touches all of us through friendships and family...why is it that one has to feel they own another just because they share their lives...ownership is the biggest reason the picket fence world will never work...great pen...blue

Thanks for sharing this tale that's much too common - if it weren't, we wouldn't be so familiar with it.