Mother

Mother short poem

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With all the affliction I lie here with my eyes closed
And tears rolling down cheeks.
My head throbbing with atrocious heeds and my heart burning with hatred for her.
I want to forget all the pain she had left me with.
Oh ! But they are just enduring.

All these years I’ve lived with bitterness deep inside me.
My bruises splitting me into two halves,
One half of me wants her and
The other half of me wants to slay her.
She who crippled me and took my soul from me,
Made me a shy and shuddering girl, who cannot stand for herself.

Now, when I think about her, she’s my mother.
My heart craving for her love,
And my arms for her hug.
My pale skin pining for the warmth of her kisses.
Oh ! I wish she was here beside me.
I wish she knew how much I need her.

I wish she was here to console me when my soul tore apart, when tears flowed like a river.
I wish she knew how dead I am.
I wish.
But she remains there adoring the marvel of her life,
And here I lay, shattering as the tears roll down my eyes.

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