My Mother's Words

It's dark again and the rain is falling
Pitter-pat, pitter-pat, pitter-pat
I hear the voice of my Mother calling
Don't do that, don't do that, don't do that
I'm lost and scared in this world alone
The path was straight, so straight, so straight
She can't save me from this life I've known
It's too late, it's too late, it's too late
My life of sin and reckless living,
Forgive me, forgive me, forgive me
Now the end is finally beginning
The end I see, I see, I see
It's time to answer for all my wickedness
It's time, it's time, it's time
The scars are too deep to claim my innocence 
The guilt is mine, it's mine, it's mine
But the rain is falling and darkness descends
falling, falling, falling
My Mother's words predicted my end.
I hear her calling, calling, calling

Reviews

[Robert Haigh]

There are still times when I think to myself, "What would my mother think!" I guess we all do. This poem has a haunting quality to it, in a poetic way. The construction and content are excellent. Good job.

[Shabeeh Haider]

This is beautiful. The repetition gives such power to each line that it is truly amazing. Our mothers words are still in our ears and we do regret not paying attention to them.

[barleygirl]

This is one of my favorites of yours, for sure! Normally I'm critical of repetition, becuz it's often done mindlessly. But in your poem, repetition is used like a weapon to inflict further pain & intensity upon the reader, emphasizing each line like a parrot squawking. As you often do, you've penned my life story here. Not that my mom was the one to impose "conscience" upon my psyche, but there's always someone or some entity that makes us own up to our shortcomings, failures, & regrets. Your structure is evident upon first starting this poem, but it soon becomes invisible becuz the message is so powerful. I love excellent crafting & structure that becomes totally unnoticeable when the message is paramount.

[Papaya]

This has such an eerie feel to it. Very nice, I liked it.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i think for every bad thing i have done in my life, i still hear my mother talking to me from her grave...reminding me of how she tried to raise me right, and wondering what happened to me.