Ma

We are wrestling against stygian tides

This agony is yours too,

Not just mine.

 

I see you see me with impassive eyes;

Such smothering obligations,

Your smothered sighs…

 

It makes me want to weep

To see us drown in this impasse.

 

The rocks tire of turning,

The ravens grow hoarse, screaming

You are not my mother;

 

And I, a graceless archer, live

By slaughtering birds at night,

And burying corpses by day.

 

Laughter floats like a mirage

Hovering above us like doves.

 

You say

I hate you.

 

 

 

But I hate myself more.

 

Reviews

[Inject Positivity]

Awwww! What a masterpiece....This is one of the best poems on mother i have read.....Full of feelings and the poem is superb....What a tribute to mother.....God bless you my frnd.....Full rating.....

[Eligh Lane]

Haven't been on here long but so far this is the best I've read so far. It's classic.

[Manali]

I'm speechless! Thank you so much, Eligh.. :)

[Vikrantsingh]

Manali - I'm confused with the title of your poem.. "Ma" are you referring your mother?
Just want to confirm, correct me if I'm wrong!
Well about the poem, it powerful if I consider Mother in this. Well said and I loved it.

Lines I loved

"You say
I hate you.
But I hate myself more."

[Manali]

Yes, it does mean mother. Thank you for reading. :)