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 so 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 going 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 imagined just how they would feel Coping with emotional scars. Erika is now a young lady living with her real mom and dad And do I feel ashamed of my crime? For a while I did not, I was glad.
My name is William Sinclair Manson. I am 60 years young, I am Scottish but now living in a small village in England. I have been blogging for many Years but recently joined Wordpress and I love it. I have made many new dedicated friends here and hope to meet more around the World.