Mother lost her way.
Dead she is, they say.
So I imagined her a lonely corpse
And buried her deep into my mind.
Growing up,
I embedded guilt into my soul and heart.
Wondering why life chose us apart.
...
Yet she stands before me today.
Embracing her abandoned daughter.
Like some sick cliche.
Her body sprouting life
Reeks nothing more than death
Regardless of her consistent breath.
...
The mother I knew is long gone.
She sits, in my mind.
Evolving through stories I find.
She died tragically
Perhaps a fire or a weak heart
So I tell the woman standing before me
"My mother is dead, it is time for us to part"
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Romanticising Sadness
PoetrySadness deserves recognition and love as much as happiness. - A compilation of original poetry/quotes. - • • • <3 • • • All content displayed is fictional and based on my own ideas and imagination, any similarities with other stories...
