mother

A death of ones mother can be hard.

Goodbye mother
The wind sings
The song you used to sing to me
I rock alone in a chair of apathy
And I just don’t understand

You told me to be brave
you were supposed to be ok
I cried so hard
My tears became blood
I tried to wipe it away, but couldn’t

I bend my head down to pray
Pray you’d be ok
I wish I was able to see you smile
A smile of love
Only love only love

No hate, no death

You lied
I became angry at you mother
So angry, a man locked me in a room
With my mind clouded
I scratched at that lock
 
Time went on
Days flew
Months passed

The man finally came to get me
I was so happy
But it did not last long
Your really gone mother
Your not coming back this time

An angel stands over you now
Flowers are laid around your name
I find myself in that chair of apathy again
Head down to pray once more
Goodbye…

mother

Reviews

[Gandré]

this is tragical poetry. I hope, this didn't happen to youThen we shouldn't make our unimportant comments. You were sensible when writing this poem and it has a poetic merrit. Even though your heart is with the pure and sadness you certainly deliver on the ceremonial topic of loss and final loss. beautiful.

[wolfsshadow25]

there so much emotion in this poem enjoyed the read

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So filled with raw emotions .. very deep and sad
Well penned
~Kavish~