Glazed eyes.
Thousand yard stare.
Thought I had more time.
But I would never be prepared.
Time creeps up.
Like most things in life.
Caught off guard.
Lost my footing, lost my grip.
Didn't think It would be me.
I'm sorry I don't love you.
But you deserve the care.
You were once Mom.
The one that tucked me in.
That cleans my cuts when I fall.
Saying prayers for sweet dreams.
Staying your angel for as long I can.
Your thousand yard stare.
It cuts me like a knife.
I'm sorry you couldn't avoid it.
I'm sorry it was your fate.
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Author:
Baker (
Offline) - Published: July 30th, 2025 21:33
- Category: family
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Comments3
Hard hitting, sad this poem speaks to what ought to be a strong relationship but broken. Not sure why. Painful.
A feeling of pain and sadness of a broken relationship, written nicely and with regret
Excellent write
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