Mother

Waves upon waves

Waiting upon waiting

Worries upon worries 

Wallowing alone 

Why did I snap? At her? 

A sliver of anger 

Toward no one deserving 

Her, a victim, of such slivers 

When my love for sharp tongues

And nasty scenes of sin 

Starts to overwhelm my tiredness

And the world stills at my anger

Willows of time passed, women plucking its stems 

Feeling the blue petals never aging

Swaying my body against its racing feeling

Yet such flowers died, when I raged at her

I'm so sorry