Mom, I call
You're not there
Mother, I say
You're nowhere
Momma, I scream
It's not fair
Mommy, I cry
You don't care
YOU ARE READING
Poems from the Hurt
ŞiirExcerpts ~~ Numbness creeps into the very veins that refuse to speak for me And yet they still bleed With every puncture Every laceration Everything that is ever forged out of hiding abiding by crippling sensations ~~ Perpetual sadness It hurts And...
