The Bad News came to Parkdale. From a plane boarding, Lyon France.
I listened like it was a warning . I don’t leave that much to chance.
The doors are double bolted. Peace of mind, came and went.
She is packing now and planning. Has the money all been spent?
The Madness can’t continue. Peace and love,so hard to find.
She’s not finished playing victim. So many horrors in that mind.
All is quiet, but no peace here. In this Sunday waking hour.
She’ll be leaving soon, with her rage and force. Mistaking both for power.