A Death of Me (inner spirit)? |
Written by Jennifer | |||
my 2nd poem - it's more of "rap" When her sanity leaves, the family grieves, but what's worse, like a curse, Now I'm grown, on my own, but it's the memories of my mother's insanity that follow me. I'm too scared to cry or shout, I fear her spirit still roams about, my guilt of a tortured soul she must be, catching only moments of clarity amongst a scattered tongue about her youngest selfish one. My father sticking with the vows, until the end of time allows. I know he never caused it, but he did nothin' to stop it, and I'd rather just drop it, Now mother, you are proud of me, well your not allowed to be, Jennifer, California, US.
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