Sire Poem by Leanne Aldigme

To you this I say,
The things I kept at bay.
For you to know my throe,
For you to reap what you sow.

The pain that I keep,
The tears that I weep,
The love that I covet,
Those you never met.

I waited with fervor,
I wished with vigor,
I longed for the word,
Those I never heard.

The storm is getting worst,
The ache is about to burst,
For your doing is etched in my soul,
A chasm that splintered my whole.

I am the aftermath that you forgot,
The by-blow that you begot,
The result of your lies,
The one you dreaded to rise.

You are the cause of my shattered part,
The thorn in my mother's heart,
The chain that holds my ease,
From the joy that I miss.

Now it's too late to make amends,
Too late to settle ends,
For you have lost your right,
The moment you relinquish the fight.