Your face, stone cold, you walk away,
As they lower my casket into the grave.
My spirit stands, just watching you,
I know you feel my presence too.

No tears fell from your eyes,
I take to my grave, all of your lies.
You think it’s ended, you killed me,
But you really only set my spirit free.

Free of the beatings, free of the pain,
Never to be hit by you again.
Who will you beat, now that I’m gone?
Or are you to remain alone?

How will you sleep, do you know?
My spirit will follow you everywhere you go.
You think you ended it, you killed me,
But my spirit will never set you free.

© 2006 Janice Jarnagin
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