Thursday, July 5, 2018

Venting........Puking.........


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.



1 comment:

Anonymous said...

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