William Sinclair Manson's poetry

I cannot live like this for long not being able to have my own child I often dream of what might be If I had not been this wild. The opportunity came for me I couldn't resist this chance perhaps this would be the end of me a phase, a passing glance. Erika was the only life I had known I couldn't forgive what I had done her parents desperately frantic I had to cut and run. Five years passed Erika now 12 never knew who she really was I was the only mum she knew the woman she proudly applaused. I would have to die with this secret it tainted me day and night the pain I amassed from this nightmare knowing it was always in sight. The Police were all over my home  her father, bewildered in shock what was happening to my family? the open door was now to lock I did not care for her moms feelings I was only interested in me I knew my life would be happy it's all I imagined it to be. But now I am alone with my thoughts in a room filled with bars I never i...

She knew the day would finally come when McGregor would predominantly fall his lifestyle and his love of liquor was an issue and his downfall. At an early age he hit the booze not knowing any other life no one imagined the reason at all he had time to take on a wife?. Mary was delicate and petite to a point she was invisible for the eye to see just why she took on this massive task she was within her rights to flee. She tried in vain to change McGregor but old habits died very hard even producing five handsome sons with another one on the cards.. The violence came, the abuse started this petite flower was duly drained scared when he eventually came home their marriage realistically strained. His womanising and alcohol addiction finally came to a head his antics and daily blackouts inevitably he would be dead. Mary watched as her lover detached from her and all of their kin McGregor wanted nothing from them just booze, and to stay within. Eventually th...