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The so called mother
Contributed by
neyney21
on
Tuesday, 16th December 2008 @ 04:58:01 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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All around me are familiar faces
Deep dark holes in their head
Staring down upon my soul
Many wishing I was dead
My soul is spinning
My mind is lost
Every day I remember
I have yet forgot
The pain when you left me
I seek comfort in angel’s eyes
But within their dark holes
Are lies, more lies.
They often tell me,
“It will be okay, don’t worry,
Girl, for someday
You won’t remember what happened
When they sucked him out
Cleaned and vacuumed him through that spout”
So I smile, I nod, I try to accept
That one day the face I lost
I will soon forget.
But time has passed and still does he linger
Upon my heart
His dear little fingers,
His tiny soft head
His dreams and ambitions
Now alone. Now dead.
So tell me now
Why shouldn’t I contemplate?
Ending my existence for the one I took away?
“Don’t stoop so low”
“You are just disgusting”
“Just let it go!”
“Your acts are repulsive”’
Confusion. Unrest! This hazy black fog
Resides in my head
Until I know that the one who killed him
Will soon be dead.
But what do you do
When the murderer is you?
Do you sit? Do you wait
Until everything gets better?
No. for I tell you young women
The getting better is never.
My concern only was of my own self
What would I do? I will go to hell.
I did it. I risked it. And it cut off some slack
But would kills my soul most, is I can’t take it back
No christening gown
No first time birthdays
No elementary fights
No romantic first dates
No, the son that is now lost
Remains in my heart
Deep in the frost
Of my mind. My memories
Still painful. I feel his soul gone.
The tube, the pain goes on
And on and on
And in those familiar faces one just stands out
The unfinished frame of my baby
Waiting for me to join him
He takes me away, to where we were before
We will never return to earth no more
…
As I wake this dream lay unfinished
My body, my soul remains diminished
From sleepless nights, and lonely days.
Yet, this night differs from all the others
For now I have realized my justice.
I killed you son, and you’ve killed the so-called mother
Still, you know I love you,
And I know you love me
And I cannot wait for the day when we’ll be
Together.
Copyright ©
neyney21
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2008-12-16 04:58:01]
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Re: The so called mother
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by Former_Member on
Tuesday, 16th December 2008 @ 11:26:57 AM AEST
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well, i don't think i've ever read a sadder poem. however, it was brilliant, i was gripped right until the very end. tragic but fantastic.
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