- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Inside Looking Out
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Blabbering thoughts of a sad and worried mother for her suffering daughter..
Prisoner of her mind
Disarticulated bodies laying on the ground,
Sweat and blood pouring out of their every orifices
Bones showing through the grit
It’s a miracle she hasn’t flown away
Prisoner of her body
Tumbling falls to the ground
Bruises, nicks and cut following her everywhere
Mind swirling, mood swinging, pain showing
No more, safe haven
Prisoner of her soul
Asking, wondering, pleading to be heard
Screaming, crying, sobbing for a solution
Sleep evading, spirit crashing,
No more melody
Prisoner in her mind or body
Questions asked, no answers given
Does somebody knows what is going wrong
Does somebody listen to her plea?
Will someone hear her crying in the night?
When all the lights are off and she’s alone with her thoughts.
A mother listens,
A mother hears,
A mother cries,
A mother prays,
But is it enough…
Dedicated to my daughter MSR who’s suffering of something yet unknown..
- COMMENTS
sackover 18 years agothis is the most personal thing I've ever read. My prayers are with you....
annaswirlsover 19 years ago"is it enough?" I know it might not be a consolation, but you are not alone in these questions. I hope for you strength and courage. It sounds like you are doing more than enough.
sackover 19 years agoand I will pray for your daughters hasty and complete recovery!
