Ren Weg A Parents Love

  • 16 Jan 2015

Are relationships worth the hurt and pain
The kind we experience when the honeymoon runs away
Being treated daily with disdain
Is it real or maybe just a play?
Getting a knife through your heart each day...

"Runway, runaway!", the old lady said
But where do I go to?
I feel like I got barb wire trampled on my head
Because the things I won't do
I think it's better I fled

Goodbye my children I wish I didn't have to go
But this is not healthy 
It's killing me faster than slow
I feel as though I'm not worthy
But my children I beg of you, please forgive me!

My cheeks became a never ending stream
Tears continuously flowing
My heart couldn't take the extreme
The thought of me never seeing them again
That pain I know I could not live with
That pain I couldn't sustain

So I took them both while the house was still quiet
As the plane took off I released my sigh of relief
Looking down from above I know that we were safe
The happiness inside is beyond comprehension of belief...

By Jonathan Carpathia
© 01/16/2015

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