Poetry From LM (Me)

Sweet Mother Misery

Oh, I always love to see, sweet mother misery.
She holds me as I cry.
She never asks me why.
Her rage equals my own.
My robes She has re-sewn.
Darkness is my life.
Why must there always be strife.
Oh, I always love to see, sweet mother misery.
She lays me on her bed.
Only words are left unsaid.
She kisses my head.
As I stare to the road I tread.
Oh, I always love to see, sweet mother misery.
No one sees her smile.
She always has her sorrow guile.
She raised me like a mother. With her I have no other.
Poor sweet mother misery, she knows not love.
Yet she has a heart with a dove.
Oh, I always love to see, sweet mother misery.
She's gone for now.
I know it's my fault somehow.
I hope she returns.
I am watching as my flesh burns.
Oh, I always love to see, sweet mother misery.
As I cry my own blood.
I realize she was the only one who understood.
Another intruder dead.
Oh where is sweet mother's bed?
I miss sweet mother who's name I love.
Oh, I always love to see, sweet mother misery.