You Do Not Come To Me

By Kelly Elizabeth Miller

Good bye, so long to thee!
My brain is now free!!

No more pain inside
only the pitfullness of sorrow.

The longing through my skin,
trying to escape.....
but there is none.

You are there,
your soft blonde hair blowing in the wind.
You do not come to me,
you just sit and stare.

Converted to HTML by Renette Davis with permission from the author's mother, Jean Miller. Kelly was diagnosed with Huntington's Disease at age 16.

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Last updated: Nov. 30, 2010