A Letter

A Poem by I Am Svetlana

Dear Mother,

I need your help and support.

I am falling fast.

This disease has corrupted me.

Dear Father,

I do hope you understand.

I never meant this to happen.

Never meant to hurt you like this.

Dear Me,

I crave for a voice.

A voice to hear my cries

And deadly whispers.

© 2011 I Am Svetlana

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Added on February 24, 2011
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I Am Svetlana

Madison, WI

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