Sadness and heartbreak, of hope there is none,
From the womb shared with siblings, you came,
Help offered gladly, unwanted, denied,
Choosing life’s pathway cannot be undone.
Vocational choices, there have been a few,
Offered progressions aplenty,
Why, then, oh why, when great chances arose,
Were they shelved with you starting anew?
Pennies and pounds with no meaning, were lost,
Bailed out more times than a few,
Intention to settle, time and again,
Beds came and went, opportunities tossed.
False accusations, my way they have flown,
Cutting deep swathes through my heart,
My soul’s been destroyed, such hurt undeserved,
Turmoil is the life into which I’ve been thrown.
A life, not so easy, its start often wrong,
Booze laced with violence, the norm,
Escaped it to save you, such threats were disarmed,
The life we were leading, we did not belong.
Now, with your choices, your life keeps the pace,
Of the hunted and damaged and torn,
Desperately tried to keep you from such harm,
Even now, still you sling that life back in my face.
Not sure I can help you, it’s you who must change,
Chances, they will become few,
Control of your life is what now you must take,
No more can I do this, your world to arrange.
Writing and Rhythm 