A letter I probably won’t send
Full of pain and longing
Written: but to what end
To my daughter I was writing
Maybe: never to be seen
Words filled with pain; anguish
I had to empty out; vent my spleen
These words; if kept within me
Would fester; cause more pain
So I had to put to paper
These feelings I must explain
If I allow these feelings to linger
If I swallow down this gall
Only I will suffer; hurt; malinger
Only I will surely fall
Release this boiling anger
Diffuse this inner frustration; again
Peace of mind; is my first aim
For truth to tell; I do suffer...
I must release this pressure
I must feel free of all this pain
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