Mom
She's the Pit Bull,
The Cat That Came Back,
and Humpty Dumpty,
all rolled up into one.
For the many mistakes she has made,
she paid for it a million times over.
She is broken,
destined to live in pain.
Alone,
she ponders her photo's of the past.
Where she is King,
ruler of all.
Kingdom of smoke,
where all have claim.
But back then,
she couldn't see this far ahead.
The gestures have grown,
the wolves hide,
no one can be found.
Our King has fallen,
by the hands of the enemy.
Help,
all is lost.
The princess calls,
but her voice is lost,
in the thick roots of the overgrown unkept past,
no one will come.
No one will come.
Copyright © Bethany Phillips | Year Posted 2008
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