Do you know me? I’m the
woman that killed her son.
It was an accident you say
but resolution I feel none.
People spend a life locked away
for stealing such a spirit.
You say it’s different this time,
but I don’t want to hear it.
My hands shake because of
the guilt.
So many hours I have knelt.
An empty soul is all I’ve
built.
An offsuit I’ve been dealt.
All the darkness I have
felt.
A decade of sorrow left a
welt.
I can’t perform the easiest
task.
I leave the house in Eleanor’s
mask.
I drink the poison from his
flask,
But it was never enough to
ease this madness.
Never enough to end this
sadness.
Look again I am but a shell.
I dwell on earth in a living
hell
When will I hear the toll of
the bell?
How long could one feel this
way?
I visited your marker just
yesterday.
The shame made me retch.
As I read the scripture that
was etched.
“If you have done it unto
the least of these……”
God remove it please.
I killed him, and he is gone
forever.
This family will now never
be together.
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