Momma's On the Floor
13/8/2009
Momma collect yourself
I cannot lead the way
Why,
what for?
I wasn't even there...
While I knew you
petrified became my part
The anger,
all hope and faith
began to dash away
Momma,
its you
My prequel to cliched tragedy
A vessel I'd cling to
gone now deserted;
crashing against some coastal rock
Momma my confidante
Sorry leads to sorrow
Momma,
non-insured;
my personal wreck
Momma,
your daily fix for life
left me here to simmer
under much angry regret
Painful purple,
taller emotions loved you most
That snorted road trip you took
Envious indeed
Took it into your heart
more than much love for me
Caressed and stroked
inside you incessantly
Momma before,
you an early sunrise
Our good warm kitchen'
a sanctuary you've built
Gone
Just as will tomorrow
No more tasty breakfast treats,
no more injected passion,
and no more taboos
to haunt you every night
Momma,
I lived for you my life
I tried so hard to appease you
praise you
Revive will you?
Pulsating emotions,
this viscera will not hide
regrets
When push came to shove
we pushed you all the way
So sorry momma
That's you settling old scores
What made you love them most?
More than mere adoration
Maybe if you'd love me;
selfish may it be
You'd still be fully here
and I'd be there
beside you
Holding them tight
both you and your(lukewarm)
fading,
lifeless hands.
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