The burden that you carry
Was born in your mother’s womb.
She never said, I Love You,
Your father’s death came too soon.
You hate the world you live in,
All colours, creeds and races.
Religion is non-existent,
Engraved on your stoney face.
You would drink if you had the thirst,
Inject opioids if you had the nerve,
But the burden that your mother presented
Grows old and molds and cannot be severed.
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Author:
Daniel McDonagh (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Written after reading Leonard Cohen\\\'s collection of poems in his book \\\'The Flame\\\'.
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Comments1
Wow quite poignant. It's pretty sad but I hope reconciliation is on the horizon.
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