A Baby's Blues


I am a black baby

Trapped in the wilderness,

Broken flowers are everywhere

And I don't know where to begin...

Mommy, mommy

When are you coming home?

For you have been dead

For almost four years now;

It's time to wake up, pretty mommy

For I've planted some seeds for us

Mommy, mommy

When are you going to wake up?

For it is almost lunch now

And the tree is in a cup,

And my heart is swinging

And this love is lingering

Can somebody tell me where my mommy is?

For I can't find her.

  • Author: Soul Baby (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 30th, 2024 00:13
  • Comment from author about the poem: Losing a parent is a very unimaginable feeling. It still kills my soul till this day. And sometimes I think about disappearing off the face of the earth, but I am not going to let the evil world win. Addiction took my mother's life. She was living in Las Vegas, and in my opinion, that is a place of destruction. Las Vegas is a grimy, depressing, tormenting, and horrid reality for some people. I imagine many people have died there because of addiction. My mom wasn't happy there, so she had a very horrible fate. Still, losing a parent can be a lingering and everlasting pain. One that makes the heart very cold. So I sit here today, just trying to create some peace for myself. For those of you going through loss or have gone through a loss, healing is one day at a time. It is a process, no matter how long it takes. I feel like I'm going to be healing forever, and that's okay. In a way I feel like my mother put a curse on me in this life. Hopefully the curse will be broken...someday. Peace, love, and light.
  • Category: Sad
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