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broken chains
He tried to say, " I love you."
In so many ways;
Through broken bottles, crumpled cans;
And fits of rage
Doors that slammed, fists that rammed and
Voice that screamed his pain.
He tried to say, " I love you."
Again and again.
Between each curse of hate and
Foul remark,
There lay a spark.
He tried to speak the words
That hearts embrace,
Words that bring a smile to
A child’s face.
Between his actions and the forces
That forbade his voice,
There was a choice.
A message with a lesson
To be learned:
It wasn’t, " I love you."
He was trying so hard to say;
"Can you love me?" was the message
In the fire
That he burned.
Copyright ©
Vernon Witmer
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