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Dear Momma
Born unto filth of surmounted sorrows, the hand of crippled pleas now, shy away.
Incredible strength to detach the darkness, giving way to light seeking solace.
"Please, momma...please get up! Why are you not moving?" The world is shut;
your beauty of the limelight fades, shattered doors whispering your fate.
Crying, "please...don't leave me now!"
Alone, abandoned, and hiding in the shade of an owl. Hauntingly, he speaks of another's grave where the unconditional stench continues to decay. Love, sweet and decrepit, the dismay of fading spirits drifting away; to the lowly perch where love dies in shame.
Her love was forever the constant of my pain, never knowing the truth of her spirit, nor she bled for days out of love. Accepting fate, never will she weep, or show the weariness of sheep without their shepherd.
As she fades away from her home, giving up the final moments of a dying moon;
she whispers, "I love you," into a diseased ear and kisses the hatred on his salted tears.
Incredible strength to detach the darkness, giving way to light seeking solace.
"Please, momma...please get up! Why are you not moving?" The world is shut;
your beauty of the limelight fades, shattered doors whispering your fate.
Crying, "please...don't leave me now!"
Alone, abandoned, and hiding in the shade of an owl. Hauntingly, he speaks of another's grave where the unconditional stench continues to decay. Love, sweet and decrepit, the dismay of fading spirits drifting away; to the lowly perch where love dies in shame.
Her love was forever the constant of my pain, never knowing the truth of her spirit, nor she bled for days out of love. Accepting fate, never will she weep, or show the weariness of sheep without their shepherd.
As she fades away from her home, giving up the final moments of a dying moon;
she whispers, "I love you," into a diseased ear and kisses the hatred on his salted tears.
Published 5th Jun 2016
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5th Jun 2016 10:25pm
This is an amazing poem! Poignant and touching. I wonder what depths of your mind and soul did you travel to surface with something so...heartrending
Alone, abandoned, and hiding in the shade of an owl.
It's hard to choose a single quote from a sumptuous poem, that is one of my favourite lines.
Alone, abandoned, and hiding in the shade of an owl.
It's hard to choose a single quote from a sumptuous poem, that is one of my favourite lines.
5th Jun 2016 10:34pm
Wow I am beyond honored by your words thank you is not enough to reciprocate my appreciation for your comment. Truly you just made my day.
My poetry stems from my own experiences as well as the environment that affected it, its is my life, or life in general as I see it. Humanity always shys away from the ugliness I feel a responsibility as a poet to always tell the truth, no matter how ugly.
Much respect
My poetry stems from my own experiences as well as the environment that affected it, its is my life, or life in general as I see it. Humanity always shys away from the ugliness I feel a responsibility as a poet to always tell the truth, no matter how ugly.
Much respect
Anonymous
14th Jun 2016 11:43pm
Tears stream the walls of my heart as I read this poem, then your comment to another poet: "My poetry stems from my own experiences."
I am humbled by your ability to write such eloquent poetry from such extreme darkness. A fine poet you are, honored to read your work.
I am humbled by your ability to write such eloquent poetry from such extreme darkness. A fine poet you are, honored to read your work.
Anonymous
15th Jun 2016 00:57am
A heartfelt journey of pain and suffering....
