Mother DearA Poem by Adam Parkerrelationship b/w mother and son
Mother dear, don't frown.
The sound of my breath as witness ushers down, into your path the one renowned. I act as amnesiac often blood springs to veins with the thoughts and pains of time forgotten mangled fruits gone rotten and my sunken speech exclaims "stop them.... stop them" please. We cemented ourselves in charity shops, holes in jeans mended with patches of sewed seams and whiplashes, of nomads wandering the plains to be know, to be king: the king of the ashes choked with scorched breath and silenced rings. I remember a story of sacrifice strung out nice for all to see. A device used for modesty and empathy in equal proportion, but also for self-gain; my brother often reminds me of the pain we endured. perturbed by parental influence kicked out of the nest at 16. That is why his eyes glint at her fall but the slate is clear for me, as it should be for all. Nobody is perfect and nobody is loyal but hate brews hate and the fruit begins to spoil.
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Added on July 9, 2017 Last Updated on July 9, 2017 AuthorAdam ParkerLeeds, United KingdomAboutI'm Adam,I'm 19 and I live in leeds, England. I like writing poetry/ screenplays. Please give me feedback xxx more..Writing
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