Mother Look What You Made

Mother Look What You Made

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Mother, Look What You Made is a haunting poetry collection written in the voice of a son left behind-emotionally, spiritually, and in memory. Through searing verse and unflinching honesty, The Ghost Of Her Son unearths the quiet devastations of maternal betrayal, familial silence, and the wounds that never had the chance to heal. Each poem is a confession, a confrontation, and a requiem-crafted from the ruins of a bond that should have been sacred. This is not a book of blame, but of reckoning. It traces the path from boyhood to ghosthood, where love became currency, trust was weaponized, and silence screamed louder than violence ever could. Set in the echoes of bedrooms, kitchens, and memories too painful to name, this collection gives voice to the unloved, the scapegoated, the sons made to carry the weight of their mother's sorrow, shame, and silence. For anyone who has stood in a family photo and felt invisible, who has loved deeply and been left colder for it-Mother, Look What You Made is your mirror. And maybe, finally, your release. A raw and haunting collection of poetry from the voice of a forgotten son. Mother, Look What You Made is a journey through betrayal, abandonment, and the echoes of a love that never arrived. C. Clark, these poems confront the silence that raised him, the pain that shaped him, and the truth he was never allowed to speak-until now.
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"I didn't realize what damage heat can do To flesh so bare So I poured you out all over me Until I was undone And shaking But after the fire has gone All that's left is ash and wilted skin So now I know Better" -The Things You Left Behind (Poetry, Prose, and Short Essays)

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