Problem

by emily mackay   Apr 20, 2009


Throw away the knifes
and the broken blade
treat me as a child
dig me into my grave

throw out the porblem
that gently rips your heart
when you get a descion
your completely back at the start

take away my trust
sezie apon another mind
compare your broken child
to a mental one in time

lean against the answer
that always triggers yes
and if a no shall appear
we still do not address

memorys do not repeat
shall it break another heart
never face the problem
or attempt a missing part

fine is a word
that you expect over time
it just another word for you
another dotted line

so when you awake one morning
haunted by the problem you threw away
the breathe you kept to gasp
took your child away.

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