Mother
Mother,
I am sorry I left you
Crying but
You gave my books away
And gnawed at my soul
When I lived under
The wreckage of your life
So listen, mother
We will not recover
What you robbed me of
But I found it elsewhere
And I am sorry
I have ever shared a word
I said to him with you,
Because you still liken me
To the girl who
Married a child's torturer
But I will not say
That I lived with one
For years because
I haven't seen you
For sometime and
I am
So sorry.
Posted Apr 1, 2018, 5:15 PM UTC
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