The room was cold,
With nowhere to go.
Chatterboxes talking,
Until their eyes were bawling.
You missed my 14th,
It’s hard to believe.
I’m almost 22 now,
I guess I’ll take a bow.
It’s hard to miss you,
When I can’t forgive you.
You left me alone,
With no way back home.
You took your last breath,
And it left my chest.
You kept me free,
Until it was your time to leave.
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Author:
Nicole H. (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this poem when I was sixteen, almost three years after my mother passed away. She died shortly after my 13th birthday. I went back to this poem a couple of weeks ago and made some minor revisions. It will be 9 years this year since her death from colon cancer. Before she died, my mom was a single mother. My family lost my father to cancer when I was 5, and it was just my mom, my older sister, and my brother who were left to take care of me. After she died, I was forced to live with my sister and her own family. I started struggling with mental health issues and was being emotionally abused & sometimes neglected by my own family. This poem is my way of trying to move on from so much hurt that has happened to me since she died.
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Comments2
Thank you for making this poetry, may your life continue to evolve with all the best! Anger is a natural part of grief and we have mixed emotions of love and hurt when the loved ones leave-treat yourself with the kindness you deserve and keep writing…
Grief is a lonely path. It must have been so tough for you to lose your mum at such a young age. The death of loved ones can bring out all sorts of emotions, anger and hurt being two. Be kind to yourself through all your grieving. I wish you happy days ahead. Poetry can be a therapy.
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