rip it downA Poem by pam lovejust a passing thought
I listen heart pounding,
I know what that sound is. A demon awakes, whispering my name. I tried change, it always ends the same. Heart broke , boxes stacked one atop another. New place, new man, I am my Mother. I love you , my soul mate indeed. This demon I must feed. Build it up, rip it down. on my knees , cold wet ground. never enough , broken hearts , broken dreams. " I am NOT my mother " demon hear my screams. © 2019 pam love |
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