Daughter

In the trash heap

 at the shoreline

 I am able To be honest,

 Not with you,

 but with myself

 I am wreckage on display

 upon a shelf

 I'm someone else

 Trapped inside

 A sad goodbye

 That never seems to end

 A hole that picket fences

 couldn't mend

 And tiny hands

 with no scheduled existence

 reach for mine

 to cross the street

 A puzzle piece

 embraced defection

 Estranged, unable to go back

 What was a thought

 is now infection

 Of my yearning corinary tract

 The simplest of questions

 May invite the harshest truths

 Information which I have no use

 But self-destruction

 Having faith is escalating

 With your shoes untied

 I might have died,

 but I'm already dead inside

 Trapped within the scaffolding

 of all I won't achieve

 My mind a prison

 I will never leave,

 I touch my failure

 I'll never have a daughter

 and I'll never fall in love

 I'll never have a daughter

 and I'll never fall in love