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Mother
No woman can make a house into a home
Better than a mother’s love
It is the greatest love under the heavens
No matter how many times you fall
A mother is always there to pick you up
She cares and does her best
So that you can be who you were meant to be
When the world forsakes you
She still stands by your side
Pleading your innocence in whatever trials and tribulations
There is no warmer
Comforting serene love
Lingering with its scent
Even in her absence
Like the unconditional love of my mother
By missing it because her presence is not there to give it
Proves doubtlessly that its significance and impact
Leaves a mark that stays with you forever
The Imposing Invader
Unconvincing is its pretentious solitude
As it loudly screams in its mighty weight of endlessly enduring agony
Grinding down the body of its host
To points where the life can be nothing but mute silence
Existing in a space that becomes an intrusion
Voices daily droning continuously bringing cold comfort
Irritating busy buzzing with empty words from visiting buddies’ bodies
Powerless in their attempts of embracing empathically with sympathy
Someone too weak to appreciate others
When the distance caused by this predicament
May be foreign to those not in the clutches of the jaws of this ailment
Whispers roaring like drums
Everything causing an irritation to the ear
The slightest touch feeling like needles to the skin
Caught in the helplessness where loneliness is the closest companion
Only the sufferer clothed in this brittle body
While unwilling to wear this unwanted cloak
Knows what a burden the rolling whirling perpetuity of tiredness
Surrenders to a relentless onslaught
Death comes like a welcome liberator
Releasing the distress to leave the mind to its eternal serenity
Committed to the earth as its mortal resting place
Better than a mother’s love
It is the greatest love under the heavens
No matter how many times you fall
A mother is always there to pick you up
She cares and does her best
So that you can be who you were meant to be
When the world forsakes you
She still stands by your side
Pleading your innocence in whatever trials and tribulations
There is no warmer
Comforting serene love
Lingering with its scent
Even in her absence
Like the unconditional love of my mother
By missing it because her presence is not there to give it
Proves doubtlessly that its significance and impact
Leaves a mark that stays with you forever
The Imposing Invader
Unconvincing is its pretentious solitude
As it loudly screams in its mighty weight of endlessly enduring agony
Grinding down the body of its host
To points where the life can be nothing but mute silence
Existing in a space that becomes an intrusion
Voices daily droning continuously bringing cold comfort
Irritating busy buzzing with empty words from visiting buddies’ bodies
Powerless in their attempts of embracing empathically with sympathy
Someone too weak to appreciate others
When the distance caused by this predicament
May be foreign to those not in the clutches of the jaws of this ailment
Whispers roaring like drums
Everything causing an irritation to the ear
The slightest touch feeling like needles to the skin
Caught in the helplessness where loneliness is the closest companion
Only the sufferer clothed in this brittle body
While unwilling to wear this unwanted cloak
Knows what a burden the rolling whirling perpetuity of tiredness
Surrenders to a relentless onslaught
Death comes like a welcome liberator
Releasing the distress to leave the mind to its eternal serenity
Committed to the earth as its mortal resting place
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