The Beautiful Horror of Living Life
Mom how i love you and I am so sorry
that life was so hard -- part by you
another by people:
i saw the horror when i tried to help
you but the two men were grown and I
was just a boy & they raped you
-- it broke my heart. (them: too strong)
I never turned away but felt i should look
at the world to discover love.
And how you sceamed for me to run away
and hide -- OH never mother i'D RATHER DIE.
I had a vision of a Life I'm living and
how so many people turned away from this
film of pain. I grew up upon a dragonfly
and we flew away -------------------
The water was blue the whales singing blues
and i climbed out of my head and went toward
the coffee beans. I told the people: i have
nothing to say but something spoke / i went
into a dream \ and now we talk about history.
God only Knows What I'd Do without you --
then you died. June 2021. I miss you.
:: 09.15.2021 ::
Copyright © Ernest Robles | Year Posted 2021
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