Doors slammed in my face
 
Robbing me of closure
 
Robbing me of picking up the pieces
 
Robbing me of making peace
 
Did you know the deceased?
 
Only for a while back when I was a child
 
The walls stood too high to say goodbye
 
On this grave I stand never to understand
 
Never to know the love I once knew
 
They always say that God has a plan
 
Surely as I grasp this pen in my left hand
 
I try to understand
 
Trying to let go of what once was
 
That will never be again
 
Comforting my weeping sobbing child within
 
I've been robbed again
 
The only witness is my pen 
 

 
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