A Mother And Her Child

mtrotter1

I will never be a mother

And I will never be a child,

Yet a mother and her child

Are priceless;

And thank you to the stars of wrath

For not coming down,

For justice seems prettier

Than the stars above;

A sweet family is what I long for

But I'll never have that again,

For I am a child deprived

Can't you see?

For people aren't listening

To the cries I display,

My heart grows weaker

As my mind goes deep;

I have no more strength

Left in me,

For I feel defeated

Every day...

Roses...roses

Do they really exist?

For I don't feel like a rose.

  • Author: Soul Baby (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 2nd, 2024 00:37
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 8
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  • Cedrick

    nice write fellow poet

    • mtrotter1

      Thank you so much.



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