Poem -

R.I.P.

R.I.P.

I am tired of preforming 
Trying to impress you
Doing all the things 
You want me to do 

I finally realize
My value and worth 
And I will no longer be trampled 
Under your feet as though I am dirt

For you I have done the best I can 
But there is no thankfulness 
For your deceiving lips
Only cruel words 
And that which offends 

You say I love you
When I satisfy your needs 
But as soon as my back is turned 
You cheat and scheme

Today I've decided 
To walk it alone
And you will no longer 
Call this house your home 

So get to stepping 
This is the end of the line 
No longer will you break my heart 
And confuse my mind.

Wilford Barker 
 

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