Melancoly Spreads Thick

When a parent is taken

Melancholy spreads thick

Across my heart dark

A cloud of tar and feather

 

If only youth had never withdrew

Its goodness could have kept us closer

Instead misspent twas it mother

I was the one who made it harder, on you

 

I remember…

Days were nights

Were days in fights

From black to blue

But never to white

 

Then illusion came

Into shades

Of grey matter

Which your death does now create

 

Reality, she will never hold me

And fantasy here a child it breaks

Who is it, the guardian forthwith

Keeping the wolves of adulthood at bay

 

Go ahead and tell me

From beyond the grave if you dare

From my sorrow, your somberness

Or definitions of one’s own selfishness

That God saw fit to kidnap

While taking a young boy’s parent away

 

Who cares now but the shearer

Where the guilty lamb does wander

Be it into a world of lonesomeness

Fending for himself

Facing the cold alone

In dung deep hills of consequence

Reviews

[Madalyn Beck]

This is traggicly sad. Your words are like a knife in the heart. There are few words that can express the sadness of this story, but you have. Fantastic job! :)

[Michael G. Smith]

There's a small empty space in m heart that mother left after suicide.

[Madalyn Beck]

It is absolutely horrible and I'm sure nothing will ever fill that empty space. Try to remember, everything happens for a reason. Sometimes, it brings me solace. xo :)

[Madalyn Beck]

God always has a reason. :)

[Michael G. Smith]

But he never interfers with free will.

[Travis Gibson (poetic h..]

Reality, she will never hold me
And fantasy here a child it breaks...

Gut wrenching piece, those lines summed this up powerfully for me. All around great write!

[Michael G. Smith]

Thanks brother. I am glad you enjoyed.

[A. Amos]

Who cares now but the shearer
Where the guilty lamb does wander
Be it into a world of lonesomeness
Fending for himself
Facing the cold alone
In dung deep hills of consequence

Above ending was magical my friend, just brilliant write..

[Michael G. Smith]

Thanks Amos.

[A. Amos]

You're welcome bro