The Truth About Mama

broken glass

 

broken trash

 

like a child

 

Dj play that music

 

pill end the pain, take away the shakes.

 

music pump awakens every nerve

 

push that stale blood through these tied veins

 

watch my children sleep

 

through windows

 

now through bars

 

but

 

they

 

will

 

never

 

be

 

like

 

me

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the poem. I could feel the honest and direct words. The best kind. Your words held sadness, regret and the want to be better. A powerful short poem. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Kat Leila]

Yes...thank you for your most keen observation!

[Coyote Poetry]

Your words told a story of lesson and learning. Good writers teach. There was a lesson in the words.