Wish for home.

My mother was in extreme pain recently, I wrote this to inform the teacher why I wasn't focusing.

My head is slowly killing me
with burning eyes, I just can’t see
worry and stress won’t leave me be
I am not me, I am not me

I no longer have any time
not even to make a simple rhyme
at the moment, rest is a crime
Rest is sublime, rest in sublime

I have no right to close an eye
until her pain has said, “goodbye”
without rest what could I supply?
Pain say goodbye, pain say goodbye.

Can I be tired of her pain?
Can I think of it in distain?
I can feel my energy drain.
Is it in vain? Is it in vain?

I hate it when she starts to cough
it’s like her head might fall off
sounds come out like an open trough
I blame pilaf, I blame pilaf

I really wish I was at home
in here I don’t feel in the “zone”
I wish to stand up and just roam
Got to go home, got to go home.

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Reviews

[Clare the Artist]

When someone you care about suffers, it's never easy/near impossible to focus on anything but that person. I liked the poem, and emotion was there. I liked it.