Time has passed,

The pain still lasts,

And I’m still hesitant to write,


Issues and pains,

They still remain,

From this plight, I beg flight,


My father coped with pipes,

Thus, with me, he lost stripes,

And though he’s trying to do right,


I will no longer try,

I shed all tears,

I will no longer cry,


I gave all ears,

Can no longer listen,

To a man whose mind is locked in a prison.


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