Moribund

I wrote this piece as I though of how I am slowly losing the last of my family, and she is the dearest to me at that.

Making good on her wrongs,

While listening to her every thought.

Being condemned for liking her songs,

And burying my anger for her sake.

 

Always making sure not to grow out of her shadow,

Just because it might hurt her pride.

So I’ll smile and let her cut me down.

Sadly, she won’t see each time I lied,

That is really hurts more every f*****g time.

 

I know she is waiting for me to crawl back,

And sure enough, I’m right on time.

I can’t get enough of hearing what I lack,

But it’s okay, she feels better now.

 

Please, tell me we are family.

I’m listening as you continue,

Darkening my wool for defying your decree.

I’m just another black sheep to you,

Bound to join the herd.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

"to grow out of her shadow,

Just because it might hurt her pride.

So I’ll smile and let her cut me down.

Sadly, she won’t see each time I lied,

That is really hurts more every f*****g time."

A splendid read and write...:)

[Phantom Heart]

Your poem has so much emotion, I could feel it when I read it. "Burying my anger for her sake" "I can't get enough of hearing what I lack" You wrote it well and the images are strong, as they should be. Thanks for writing. It reminds me of that book, "I Hate You, Don't Leave me."