In Memory
Passing misfortune
burns through boredom.
You taught me that lesson
when I was very young.
All that I have of you now
is a beautiful tinge, in my soul,
The ghosts' of your brilliance
is unavoidable,
no matter how much
times carries on.
I see reasons' face
in the mirror.
Strikingly similar
to you, my wise, and
beloved mother.
My reflection brings up
the darkest of thoughts
filling me with exhaustion
and uncertainty.
I take my fist
and shatter the mirror
into silver shards.
Broken in pieces
like you left me.
A prisoner to memory
sentence to life
without parole.
My soul yearns
for enough hope
and strength
to continue on.
Oh God, the days are so long
and the years are make it
hard grasp any meaning .
How did I get here?
How did everything
I once held onto
end in destruction?
Oh God,
please grant me a pardon.
Let me out of this cage
before I forget once and for all
what it's like to be out in the sun.
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