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She only saw my first born childMy mum, that is, before she died
My memory of that abject timeIs pastel shades and pantomimeI acted from a well worn scriptThe cup of pretence often sippedI changed my masks when it requiredI chose the one that you desired
I rang that day, I already knewNo more days or nights for youNo more shopping, no more shoesNo battle to win, no war to lose.Your pain released, your soul departedMy soul subdued, my pain just started
The vultures await the final callIt's part of a devine plan for allSing out, extol your pseudo kingBe lifted by thine angels wingYou validate your book of liesThere is no light in darkened skiesI heard no angels pave the wayYou're full of shit, now go away
Cards and letters, flowers and prayerFutile gestures, I don't careThe one thing that was real has leftI'm empty, shaken, confused, bereft
Stoma, vomit, morphine dripsMutated cells and water sipsCamera Obscura, upside downA sea of tears to help me drown
As time moves on I feel it more Lost in that sea without an oarI'm angry, saddened, weakened, numbYou gave me life, I miss you Mum
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This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.
Dreams, desires, id and ego.
This poem is about our failure to feel fulfilled by our constant consumption of life.
Read it and find out.