These words are for my mother
a continuous ramble
dedicated from the womb
to my eventuality
I would pull the plug to
watch us drown
I would drop the bomb on
our ashes, like the match
to wash us out
All my poems are one story
of my failure & my
mother's success
they are love unconditionally
and blind faith
I am humanity
& life & stupidity--
I have suffered ignorance
& regret
She has held me & lost me
mother, the earth,
the thought of home & the
heart
read this like the lines
between the lines on my
aged face
I am untrustworthy
a liar out of cause
stack the boxes memory & thoughts
since the dirge we
sang of time
I wish for the innocence
you left in me
a boy already running
out of his ideas,
words begin to die the
moment we are born--
I've wasted every thought
every letter of the alphabet,
countless times, on myself
I am selfish
I wander without care
I will fade
I will find a way
I leave everything
I am for you
everything
Mother.
The opening is perfect, tied with the ninth as my favorite. I like the dichotomous tone, self-deprecating but noble.
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