It's 7 A.M.
Mother's getting the girls ready for school.
I've already decided that I'm not going.
Not for any particular reason...
Other than simply,
I do not feel like it.
My mind struggles to catch thoughts
And correlate a response when she asks why I'm not going.
Again...
I know mother, it's been disappointing .
I know it's hard to see me glue myself to this bed, day after day.
Sincerely, I apologize.
I know it's hard to understand why I've given up.
I'm not as strong as you are.
Oh mother, I wish I was.
You've broken your back for us and in return, we've broken your heart.
How appreciative we are...
I would scoff if it wasn't cliché.
As the door closes
As I hear the footsteps outside
of the girls scurrying off to school
I feel guilty.
I feel guilty that I've disappointed you.
So I wallow in this pain.
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Inevitable Remembrance
PoetryBasically a collection of my mistakes, regrets, sad moments in the past, etc. They shouldn't be forgotten, but remembered and not repeated. There will a lot of randoms in here!
