To a dying mother

Silent, unmoving, On a bed as worn As the rag you are dressed in, Tears forming in your eyes, Knowing what's coming, An end to it all But mine still lies ahead, The wind howling outside Reminds me that the world Can be like your heart, Cold and scathing For I needed to bleed To prove my worth Yet my love I give you, Undeserving, But there's nothing more That you can do But wait out the days Till your eyes are closed And dream forever, a silent memory So carry your tears now, For none shall be shed After you're gone, To water the chances That somewhere in that world Forgiveness can grow And as your blood turns To ash inside your veins, The light weeps not for your soul But darkness forever more Shall sprout from those seeds You planted in me, So carry on, dream

menoh

I am a button pusher. I stir up trouble. It is what I do. I live in the borders between light and dark. I can write about beautiful things, and joy and love, but I find I am more creative when i write about the dark. I love to hold a mirror up to the...

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