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Mournful songs call her to a place she shouldn't be.
Arias, psalms and prayers said to a god who does not hear her.
For if he did, her soul would be saved from this heartache.
A promise of a fathers love denied yet again.
Caring hands not present for her to clasp.
A smile thatís invisible, but only to her eyes.
Suffering expected to be accepted and pain gone un-acknowledged.
A scream dispersed by the wind then whispered in his ear.
Time not moving as each minute, hour and day passes
Suppressed rage flowing inwards destroying the very life he created.
Then left to destroy her who desperately seeking - what?
Conditions neither enjoyable nor requested invade her every breadth
A funeral march she is not marching.

Thursday 12th April