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To whom it may concern,
This was not my brightest moment.
As apathy was to my father,
Loving her was to me.
Affection fueled my being,
Savagery perpetuated inside of him.
Never heard, left me with a broken wing,
His every single word, for me still a
hymn.
I learnt how to fight, finessed the art of
being a man.
For his approval, which to my sorrow,
still pending.
A slap on the face, glass on the floor
shattered,
I took it all with a smile,
My faith in him undeterred.
He didn't know how to show,
But I know his tenderness for me was
somewhere within.
I refused to let the evidence tarnish my
hope,
Tinge in my heart at the look in his eyes
reserved only for his next of kin.
To wallow for his affection,
To be the only imperfection.
Desolate but hopeful,
But one look at her and my heart
suddenly full.
Oh what joy it was, to be besotted with,
With a bag of wool, there I sat and knit.
Days were spent in each other's arms,
Nights bore in desperation, our star
charms.
We fought, we loved, we danced,
Oh what I'd do for you, my beloved.
Days seemed brighter than usual,
Her beauty caused me to be delusional.
To meet near the river was pronounced.
Our hearts froze at the sound,
As we saw a lad running through the
ground.
The relationship would soon no longer
be furtive,
I soothed her with a carass,
My quivering voice unassertive.
Would be an honour to elope with my
betrothed,
Too naïve to foresee the laws of the
world superimposed.
To meet at the river was the promise,
Where many olden days were spent of
solace.
Only to be met with her lifeless form
afloat,
Near sat an apology note,
At the same river where I met her,
I'd perish before I could forget her.
The monster that took her life,
Urge to crush him came alive.
I saw the fiend as I whirled,
With grievous fog, the air rife.
There he stood remorseless,
The gnarl that I called my father called
out with a hiss.
His barbaric ways unfurled.
My only fault,
I was a girl.
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13/12/2021
p/n
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