Hmm this little poem was sparked from my hate of having a broken family. So in other words, this ones for you 'Dad'. You have to excuse me... I'm a little bitter.

The hands of Time turn

Yet I am still here

Once more I am drawn,

Like a moth to the flame,

Into the harsh Light of Reality.

I can see the Truth

And no matter how much

I want the Truth to change...

It won't.

You aren't coming back.

Even though I know you could.

Do you hate us?

Are we so terrible

That you simply turn your back

And pretend that we aren't here?

I hate you for that...

But I still want you here.

But the hands turn

And life goes on without you...

And I have to let it.

Yeah well anyway, that's it. Please review. It won't kill you... or will it? *shifty eyes*