Susan’s Lament

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He surrounds himself with glib distractions, traveling alone

Says he wants to build a life but cannot find a home

Can’t forgive the father that he wanted to admire

Now, any woman close to him will be burned by his fire.

Unaware of shallow lies

He meant not what he said

He seldom laughs and never cries

He walks amog the dead.

And though I feel the painful pinch

of what I feel I’ve lost

To pay the price to build a king

my spirit it would cost.

And now I’m back to loving who I was and who I am

After lending the part that once fed my heart

to the hand of a mere man.

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