(no subject)
a poem...
who are you?
surely not a mother
this much i know
for what kind of mother
nurses her young
with poison
in hopes of illing them
to heal them
who are you?
surely not a feeler
this much i know
for what kind of feeler
tells her young not to cry
when the lose the brother
they never had.
who are you?
certainly not a lover
this much i know
telling him his young
would never survive
making him run away
from his own flesh and blood.
who are you?
certainly not a poet,
this much i know
words so unfeeling
and full of lies
should only be found
on cold marble.
who am i?
certainly not you
this much i know
protecting what ties i have left,
crying at the thought of the eight year old soul
loving and being loved
writing this now
you made me
but you do not
cannot
will not
make me.
who are you?
surely not a mother
this much i know
for what kind of mother
nurses her young
with poison
in hopes of illing them
to heal them
who are you?
surely not a feeler
this much i know
for what kind of feeler
tells her young not to cry
when the lose the brother
they never had.
who are you?
certainly not a lover
this much i know
telling him his young
would never survive
making him run away
from his own flesh and blood.
who are you?
certainly not a poet,
this much i know
words so unfeeling
and full of lies
should only be found
on cold marble.
who am i?
certainly not you
this much i know
protecting what ties i have left,
crying at the thought of the eight year old soul
loving and being loved
writing this now
you made me
but you do not
cannot
will not
make me.