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A letter to my future child,
To whom I've been too strict on.

A controlling parent,
You've been locked away since you were born.

The curfews I set,
You see only as burdens.

Screaming that you hate me,
The rules I have,
Keep your heart hurting.

A dress to your ankles,
A tee shirt and some loose fitted jeans.

I'm sorry baby girl,
The world ain't as safe as it seems.

It shouldn't be this way,
It is what it is.

But i ******* refuse to find your corpse in a ditch,
Hogtied,
Clothes gone,
That type of ****.

You'd never see me on the news,
Crying saying "baby I miss you".

I'd destroy my life day by day to get yours back,
That's the issue.

Loved,
Safe,
Protected.

These are the things you find yourself "trapped" in?

Just listen,
My heart would break.
My soul would fracture.
I'd lose myself,
If I ever had to find you with pale skin.
A poem from a fractured mind.
Tre Waters
Written by
Tre Waters  26/M/Australia
(26/M/Australia)   
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