Obtuse Mother
You feign contrition
No body for resolve
Absolute you’re dying eyes
Cocoon in silken wrappings
The inner being consoles
Obtuse mother
With her little stranger
Those counterfeit tears
Bellows no more
Lack of compunction
Halo of strife
I didn’t ask
To be born
But I was begat
To this life
Copyright © Andrea Travis | Year Posted 2013
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