LIVING DEAD

LIVING DEAD a mother's slant

A head of silky golden curls I
Twirled around my fingers while you slept
And dreamt of dragon tales and butterflies

A Mothers heart swelled large with Love
Smiled down on you from above
And prayed the best would be your lot

But you have gone and in your place
An empty headed cold dark space
You chose a different track

Crack the name of your adventure
Cold the places that you go
You fell through its icy crevice
Now there's nowhere but below

The line the track the scars of use
shows minor compared to the abuse
wrought upon your ailing body
And mind as mouldy as death

My dreams are long gone
But still you're here
My nightmare living
Constant fear

Will it take you or worse your children
Will I watch as the fire burns
And lights their path so I can see again
Repeating what they have learned

Perpetual insecurity and fear
Drives them to try their hand at fate
And take the path their Daddy took
And so it goes on.......

PRIMAL_WARRIOR      28th June 2015