I am walking through the fog of loss
I’m listening to you but,
I don’t hear you
I’m looking at you but
I can’t see you
I’m here but I’m not
He took a piece of me with him...
When he left
They always do you know…
The dead…
The ones you loved,
The ones who tethered you to this world and
you, them
Grief…
It hurts like a motherer
I will never be normal again
Categories:
motherer, death, grief,
Form: Free verse
Proud to be a Motherer
Now for all you who took this the wrong way
Your wife is a mother
Are you not proud of her
Technicalities can change a room
One of the men reading this hasnt checked his fly
Wrong it was me
Categories:
motherer, poetry,
Form: Free verse