Our Cruel Colluding

Kevin Michael Bloor

Apart, we drifted like two silent clouds

Unnoticed as grey ghosts in see-through shrouds

No storm, no thunder and no lightning flashes

Just dust to dying dust and ash to ashes

 

Alone, we travelled, each a lonely planet

Two hearts: a mother’s, son’s: both made of granite

With words we’d wounded, made each other weep

Our sorrow, now, we both had buried deep

 

Alive, we tarried till the twilight hardened

Like pilgrims pleading that our prayers had pardoned

The time we’d wasted on our bitter feuding:

That crime, committed with our cruel colluding!

 

  • Author: Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 5th, 2019 06:37
  • Comment from author about the poem: a mother and son poem
  • Category: Family
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Comments1

  • Goldfinch60

    May the feuding stop and all becomes right once again.



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