MOTHER


the echoing void of her life
speechless mindless routine
spinning charlatan woman
cracked actor from the screen
hater of the young
hater of boys and men
bitter enraged mediocre woman
evil neglectful rotten heart

what if somehow I could have stepped out
stepped back far enough to see
things as they were
and act
but I couldn't find the strength
to form the thought:
I am completely alone and free to choose
it was too big, too vast
accepting that thought would take me away
and take away anything I had
stop expecting help from other people
was my mothers lesson to me
before I had even gone to high school
but if the basics of life are not given
and you don't steal
you go without
my mother made sure I stayed sick
she ruined eight years of my life
I could have died

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