The torments of hell that I seem to face.
The days turned to weeks, all gone up in waste.
The hours so precious that equal the time
Of minutes and seconds that should be all mine.
I hurt and I ache and I cry in despair,
For I reach for my child and come back with thin air.
'Cause it is only a dream you see
That won't come true ‘til the end of the week.
It's then that I wish I could freeze time
And not give back what I wish was all mine.
But the end of the week draws near and so fast.
He comes, and as feared, he takes her right back.
Difficulty Of Sharing Your Child
Joint Custody
Published by Family Friend Poems July 2017 with permission of the Author.
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ABOUT THE POET:
I've been writing poems most of my life and usually I feel I write my favorite ones from sad times that I have suffered. It is then that I pour my heart and soul into it. I feel much better afterwards as if I've purged and whenever I go back later and reread my heartaches and heartbreaks I know I got it right if those old feelings come back....