Apprehension
Live the rest of your life in apprehension and you're already dead,
What's the point of going on with thoughts of fear and dread?
Seems like that's the way most of us live,
always ready to take rather than give.
If you're so strong then why do you give up?
I shouldn't be the one to blame when times got tough.
And what of our child? So innocent to give love in return.
Will she learn from her mother? And let the hate burn.
You're not the only one who wants the best for us three,
saying you can't give me what I need when I plea.
I wonder if you're able to give love to anyone,
so quick to throw me out and tell me you're done.
Longing to talk, try and comfort you,
all I do is make you mad, perceptions so askewed.
I'm at a loss for words as time goes on,
dying a slow death from dusk till dawn.
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