Dear MotherA Chapter by MachinaWriter The first poem in my compilation, A Tragic Story... Dear
mother, Do
you ever wonder? If
you could have stopped the storm, If
you'd heard the thunder? Or
did it come as suddenly, For
you as it did for me? One
day living well, The
next day in living hell. I
was too young to comprehend, But
old enough to know That
things would never be the same With
where we were about to go. You
called it a house But
it was barely a shack S**t,
if that. The
rooms piled high with junk in a stack From
the caved-in floor, to the ceiling that was cracked Within
seconds there I
didn’t care I
wanted to go back But
dear mother, you were more worried about another -Problem,
you couldn’t solve ‘em Much
less take care of me, my sister, and my brother You
think we didn’t notice I’ll
tell you that I did And
as much as I tried, denied, and lied It
was only myself that I kid. We
never went to school, we never left the place And
though you were always there, I rarely saw your face Hidden
away, every day, was it from it disgrace? Or
because you saw your son dying -inside,
from constantly lying Trying,
to keep your image in his mind Of
the way you were, long before Before
it stained from all the grime Dear
mother, did you know I could barely sleep? For
days on end, I would spend, my time counting sheep But
too afraid, to let my conscience fade People
walking in and out Every
night, knocking
on the door I heard them shout: “Hey
let us in, we’re a friend, your
mother said its fine.” I’d
pretend to sleep, but my heart would beat And
look at the time. Three
in the morning, and without any warning They’d
start to pound again. Eventually,
you’d wake to see, and let the people in. I
remember the smell, like burnt cellophane But
I’d say it wasn’t you, just because the others do Doesn’t
mean you play the game. But
I was lying to myself, -to
keep your image in health And
honestly, it was driving me insane. Dear
mother, do you remember the day? Uncle
Sam, he came with a plan To
make everything okay? We’d
move with him, start again And
head out to Texas I
clung to hope, and quickly spoke I
must have seemed restless I
probably was, but it’s all because I
wanted out of there Another
State, it sounded great It
could have been anywhere -I
didn’t care. I
packed my bags, dressed in dirty rags Just
me and my brother We
left with him, right there and then You
said you’d come on another, -Day,
another way, My
sister and my mother The
weeks passed, and then at last I
received that fateful call You’d
been arrested, my lies were tested My
excuses began to fall. I
had to come to terms With
all the lies and worms That had been nesting in my thoughts It was true, what they said of you -It
was drugs that you’d bought With
the money that you cashed By
selling our childhood It
faded far too fast, -we were robbed of what was good But
I guess it was never meant to last I
guess it never could. © 2012 MachinaWriterAuthor's Note
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MachinaWriterSpringfield, ILAboutMy original passion has always been in writing stories. Most of them were fantasy stories, because I always wanted to escape. That's what it was. An escape from the troubles of life. Joining this site.. more..Writing
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