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[title] => The so called mother
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[bodytext] => 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. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 145 [topic] => 13 [informant] => neyney21 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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