YET, ONCE MORE
The mother-weak- lays on the bed,
and still complains of the life she led:
yet, her grave is not too far.
The daughter- depressed-now bears her own,
and still complains of what's been sown,
yet, she faces the same fate.
The poison has consumed that frost,
leaving it burnt and charred:
After years, the ice is still lost.
The frost has summoned a storm,
leaving it dark and bitter:
After years, the storm is still torn.
O toxic storm, O melted frost:
you both were destined to be lost.
For you both did one a-doll;
mother and daughter after all.
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Author:
PennedAI (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 18th, 2025 11:01
- Comment from author about the poem: The last part to the YET series, concluding the blame-game once and for all.
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Comments3
A poem of a continuing story where we pass on our selves to others. Dark but real it cakes its course. Well written in great poetic style.
The passing on to another , it has been a good read
Excellent write
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