ONE DAY AT A TIME

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Papa, can you hear my c
I've been placed in a pan to fry,
by all the dreadful memories,
tortured in the galleries
of ghosts still locked behind
the doors you once left behind.
You must know the ring of the bell,
that'll take me away
from these chambers of hell,
so take me gently by the hand,
and lead me to the promise land.
Papa, hear my cry, I beg of you,
as you once did, when I dreamt of you,
how can I go on, and not be bitter,
encircled by memories, left with slitter.
I'm stricken by repeated distress,
alone, I'm helpless to seek a fortress.
Papa please, hear me loud and clear,
need to forsaken memories, once held dear,
and be set free from all this misery,
caused by ones who refuse to carry on,
with their denials, they wish to live on,
by abandoning me,
as if I were never meant to be.

Papa, can you hear me?

Yana Petkov
aka: Scarlett "The Real Me"
9th September 2006

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