A score year since the last aberration
And I'm watching some news
When there upon the screen
Is the address of my first
Mother...
.
Every day I hear her gasp
See her face twisted in horror
It brings me pain now
Where once it was joy
Oh brother...
.
The anchor speaks some more
About a suspect
The son that went missing
During her death
Me they'll smother
.
No one here knows
So I think I'm safe
Unless they have an image
Just a description though
I'll hover
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Poetry*READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!* Sometimes a fantasy can never be, unless brutal action is taken. Action takers beware. This sin is addictive and escalative. 1,309 words.
