by WolfWriter125 words, poem
Not all vampires suck blood.. 3 poems. won gold ribbon.
Dear Lord, I come to You on bended knee, not to ask that my pain leave me, but that my child might be set free. Always a difficult child, Lord, she wanted all at her accord. Many times I have come to You, Praying Your strength to see her through. Bi-polar raised its ugly head, it is what she has the doctors said. Tears have flowed, heart has been broken, Have been called all vile words spoken. She told me she has no mother... this time hurt like no other. Gone for ten years, no word I heard....