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Sacrifice puked upon

#Sacrifice_puked_upon There's a voice, so loud in my neighbors house, I peep to see whats happening, a lad is the source of it, projected at parents. Wish to shut my ears and close my eyes, so not to hear and listen but my inner being abducts me into it. Broken, mothers special mug, I see the broken pieces scattering also in her eyes, her body taking badly the shot of the sound the mug makes when hitting the floor. I realize indeed, such was a special mug, her womb fruit. A child mushrooming amorphously, out and wild of her mothers hands and side. There she remain numb and demented, only tears speaking on her behalf, through falling, on the very floor the mug has fallen. In those tears, its not only pain coated but hope and her only wishes to this world and life. This is a taking moment, the least and last of what was left of this mother. If life is not choked out of her body, this moment, Heaven clock must had not clocked upon her soul. I see her reconnecting back with her strength, trying to sit herself down, with her hand on her mouth, words not audible breathed out from the uncovered part of her mouth. Like any parent, she never imagined that one day her womb fruit, would too grow thorns and start preakling her. Her mistake was saying "not my child" forgetting that on this temporary world, no one live without discovering for themelves the true meaning of "never say never" proverb. In her mind, all her starving days, her efforts, sacrifices and investment in this lad, pilling into stacks of pain, she wanna shout and burst her pain out but her voice dries out, for the pain having spread like venom upon her body, all she can and left with, are tears that run so trespassing upon her every pore of her eyes, she realize to herself that these are her sacrifices puked upon, I pray this to be not the last she could realize and take as her last discovery to her creator. Parenting gone south, like a lab experiment unconvincing its scientists, while children turning opposite to what every parent wishes, parents sacrifice puked upon #Poetic_Ink

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Date: 1/8/2025 5:06:00 AM
How any child could harm their mother is beyond me, I worshipped the ground my dear mother walked on,hope life is treating you kind Ink God bless you. xx
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Date: 1/8/2025 11:39:00 AM
It's a sad reality we live with, my mom is my favorite person, my safe space and my everything in this world. Thank you Read

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