There is a heart shaped carve in rosewood.
There’s a line drawn in the sand.
I pray there on grace and wonder,
and there’s a baby, she’s in my hand.
There’s a virtue called forgiveness.
From a force we can’t see.
It’s how I deal with darkness.
Of how I feel when you’re with me.
I struggle now to hear you.
Seek approval in your eyes.
I hate you for your beauty.
Like I love you for your lies.
It’s a sad sad situation
Department sad but true.
You fear that they are coming
And you fear what they will do.
It’s a sad sad situation
Under heading sad but true
You fear that they are coming
No one is coming for you.
Dennis Mantin
Dennis Mantin 
Beautiful poetry yes no one is coming it’s only the fear . Well shared.
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Beautiful one, thanks.
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beautiful poem.
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Thank you!
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Hauntingly beautiful. Thank you.
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Thank you! Hauntingly lived…
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Where are you from Stephanie Parker McKean?
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