Mother's Son

Mother's Son

A Poem by JC Pire
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Pretty damn personal

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Here I am sort've strong and tall

I hope you can hear me through the wall

You are the reason, I will be leavin'

By the new year

I cannot forsake you, but cannot help hate you

With a tear


You define the lines and borders

You've been fighting a lonely corner

'Cos you won't let me in, If I wanted to win 

I would've won it by now

I'm not gonna fight at, you and deny that

I sort of made you proud


Well here I am, a bruising man

I've done more than you ever have

I don't need the mood swings, that's why I keep moving

To keep us satisfied

I'm a lifehood pursuing, so what are you doing

That stops me as I try


I saw something when winter came

The way you said and saw your name

You say it regret, I don't have it yet

But I'll make it worth the life

By some godless pact, by a soul-wrenching act

If it stops you when you fight


Sadly, I say it I try to believe her

The fates are the wind that bring on the fever

I'm the bridge through my crowds, so why, god, why now

Are the beams not strong enough?

Is it time versus age, or the turn of the page

Of a book that's not been shut


Dear Mum, this is my life

You are a mother and a wife

Don't leave me and dad, 'cause this isn't as bad

As you make it out to be

I'll be a singer and pay all my dinners

I hope you stop shouting at me


I guess it's the dinner, I guess it's the stress

Who can I blame 'cos mum's got MS?

I think that is why, she changed over night

My mother always cleans

I'm learning to fight, so I can give her the life

That she nearly gave to me


I don't mean to be so harsh

I've wondered alone through the swampy marsh

I got mud on my boots, I've got love in my roots

I can't see a spouting tree

Yes mum I'm angry, I can't bear to stand it

I can't bear to see you like this

I won't bear to see you 

© 2010 JC Pire


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dark without being too much, you know? skillfull and containing beauty, I felt as if I was you and thats a winning piece of writing in my head.

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