Woe is me
This will fucking end me
And when I meet my end
I won’t be beckoned towards a light
There will be no angels there for comfort –
To tell me that it is all going to be ok.
It will just be a hole in oblivion
And that is where I will reside
In nothingness…
Then I think of my daughter—
And How she will be lost without me
And all her joy and love she brings to my Heart
And I know that I must hold on in this space
If not for any other reason than to be protection for her
I will throw myself on Flames
And burn to cinders
But I will never let go --- of what she is and what she means to me amongst this brutality
For she will walk the line in hers just as I have in my (life)
And although I am gutted now and pray away my existence
I will hold on for her by the blood dripping grit of my teeth
You will never be alone Isabella Christine Canham,
Because I knew you before this life
And know you now as a soul replication
Stay Strong my Baby girl even though you are too young to know now what you mean to me
I will always be around….
Christopher Lee Canham 30 9 76 to 17 6 2011
More writings from the ultimate depravity they created. I turned the tidal Wave Isabella x