'Please take care of her, sir' <br />Was the last thing you heard me ask, <br />Just before the surgeon took you out of my life, <br /> <br />If you could hear me right now, <br />I'd let you know what you had always meant to me <br />And recite all the pain you took, <br />And the pain you left me with. <br /> <br />And now that I've lost you <br />I've found the pain I hoped never to see, <br />So I'll tie ropes about it's neck, in your name <br /> <br />And make sure that devil never bothers you again. <br />I promise I'll make him pay. <br />And I'll do my best to make it clean. <br /> <br />Oh, my dearest friend <br />How I wish that you'd let me in on your plans <br />Would they have been such a burden to land me in a grave? <br />Alongside you? <br /> <br />I have aged alot this past year <br />I've become really bitter, angry and violent <br />When I realized my ticket to happiness was stolen <br /> <br />Stolen by that devil with ropes now on his neck, <br />A so-called surgeon <br />Who won't bother us anymore <br />Though I never got my ticket back<br /><br />Kyle Jones<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stolen-ticket/
