L.I. Fre Poems

I don't know how much longer i can bottle my emotions
When I'm already overflowing
Give me a new cup. Give me something to pour
My Past. My Present. And knowing that the next day
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Mother! Dear, Mother!
Why?
You cannot be my Mother. I won't accept it.
How could I? To possibly think, I, could be from inside of you?
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Father! O Father!
I could never leave you.
No man shall ever gain as much respect and love to you from I.
You are the last rope that I hang onto. Over Death.
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Books hold out their hand for me to take.
Shelves wrapped their protective arms around me.
Holding onto my written secrets and wishes dearly.
Inviting me to dream along with them.
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