And the fog comes in.
And it makes me worried.
It comes without notice.
And comes at great cost.
And it comes, as it does.
It is thick and heavy.
It grabs me by the back of my hair,
A serpentine kiss passes my lips, inhaling my breath.
Stealing me from myself.
Tastes vanish, muted into bland.
Colors distant, inaccessible, and objective.
Rumbled, hazy feelings float by in translucence.
And it comes, as it does.
It comes.
Since you won’t write it, I will.
Mothers hate,
Children wait.
Mothers lie,
Children cry.
Mothers wave,
Children crave.
Mothers smile,
Words defile.
Love is declared
Children are scared
Belief in good,
Is not understood.
Mothers beat.
Eat your meat.
Mothers hit,
Children sit.
Fist to the face, and pan to the head,
Children pray, they are better off dead.
Mothers pinch.
Children flinch.
No one to believe.
There is no reprieve.
From a Mother’s need
To have her child bleed.
Void of guilt,
The truth they stilt.
Mothers subject,
Children object
Infliction of pain,
A momentary gain.
Until the next moment,
to face her opponent.
Mothers yell.
And children sell- their souls for protection,
Against the rejection.
A Mother explodes,
Child’s heart implodes.
Mothers batter,
Little souls shatter.
The child is old,
Life paved in gold.
Led by a map,
That was sealed with a slap.
Dark end in sight,
Fight with all might,
Fear or flight,
She runs to the night.
With all her skill,
and all her will,
Soul not fulfilled, from-
A loneliness instilled
By a selfish mother
Wanting another.
Moments long past
Time passes fast.
The child is grown
Life’s joys not sewn
Hope meets a dark eye
No blue in the sky.
Blind faith is her guide
Life will take her side.
Thank you mother, for showing me your ways.
I will not repeat the pain of those days.
A mother’s touch, is just a crutch-
For expressions of love, that hurt so much.
From a young age,
she was trained.
Through violence, terror, silence and rage.
On what was right,
and how to behave.
I learned, I tried, I failed to engage,
The love of my mother- who loved another.
My sibling, my enemy, my blood, my brother.
I learned, I tried, I failed to engage
The respect from a father,
A stark patriarch who couldn’t be bothered.
It is dark.
I run and hide in the trees.
He doesn’t notice, I am but 1 of 3
I jump and fall,
Scrape down the bark.
My life is stark.
My skin bleeds.
Forget my needs
My life ruined by their deeds.
Reciting the Nicaean Creed.
Why did they decided to breed?
I want my agony to begin to recede
How to begin
This help I need
First love is entire.
It is whole.
Heart on fire.
Enchantment ceases,
Love bound into pieces.
Time leads to fragment,
Dying lines fall stagnant.
Smiles left in creases,
Shadow and light releases.
Parts of love buried,
Lesser love eases.
Into the fray,
Of another day
Love so familiar it’s on replay.
Set to stay.
It was not that way,
As it was the first day.
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