She asks me to try harder
mother dear, i am
i am trying to hold my breath
to the point where i can no longer
feel the pain i cause you
YOU ARE READING
The Beginning and the Inevitable End
PoetryEverything life is. Messy, unorganized. Never knowing how it happens or where you will end up.
Mother
She asks me to try harder
mother dear, i am
i am trying to hold my breath
to the point where i can no longer
feel the pain i cause you
