EnoughA Poem by Allie Miranda
How often did
Fatigue and depression Trump me? (Your only child, Mind you) I built patience waiting On a stone wall For your car to drive up. Deep breaths, Repressed anger. Years later I cry at night. Still waiting For a timely arrival. "You don't know what Its like to lose your mother." Sure i do, Except instead of death's closure I'm left with resentment, Fury. "Why was i never enough?" © 2017 Allie Miranda |
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Added on December 28, 2017 Last Updated on December 28, 2017 |