My point of Resignation

I'm to my point of resignation
Which to my self I've bared much neglection
Letting men come in with no direction.

I look down upon this beautiful child of mine
Like a rose growing out of the cement
Such a blessing out of so much crying...

I get down on bended knees
To seek better help what what I sow and reap;
To be more seeing and not so blind,
And to realize that this world can be unkind.

So many people whom inside their souls are dead;
They thirst for the fiery ones,
And send their lives through so much destruction;

Outside a lively being,
But inside an emptiness screaming.

And so here is my point of resignation...
From this man I have created life with;
And spiritually died with...

No more neglection.

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