A lovers swarm

The loveless sea of loathing awaits the Earth

Slowly sinking and wasting

Like the wit full child in birth 

My mind still ponders the day she died

My heart, at night, still cruelly cries

Bottles shattered 

a drunken fight

the time she died

I loathe the night

A soul yet torn; a lovers swarm

a river of blood 

a shattered soul

Pills can't make me whole

 So I write this poem in the cruel night

Hoping to win my mothers fight.

The day she died, my soul was torn

Like that of a lovers swarm. 

Author's Note

Sorry if grammars bad. Give me your opinion

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

domestic abuse is the worst...and the children suffer so much...a very moving piece...needs editing but a very good use of rhyme and near rhyme to drive home the theme with pertinent form.
j.