Mother

What have we done..?

Formerly of ravishing brilliance

where birds mumble kindly

safe inside this hag of a place

deeming to fly, a put away beauty

Try, now, to be happy with these chains over glass

never to look at the lane light tonight

Those marks on her pretty face

ugliness and stains

watching to memorize the stars

Sing to her, pray with her, leave them for dead

Tremble and shake

and look at the wall

together, forever, with the invisible trees

Author's Note

All of my poetry comes from the heart.