Mothers love

by Watchmeburn   Feb 1, 2006


Mothers love,
Well not always,
Left me drugged,
In a misty haze.

Friction between us,
Argue and fight,
I hate her drugs, her clients and job,
She hates that Im still in her sight.

She beats me,
And, yes Ive hit her too,
The truth I will tell,
Easy when I dont know you.

One last night,
She had decided,
Her depression got too much,
In noone she had confided.

Im a burden for her,
My reasons she cant see,
For why I am this way,
Hating her and hating me.

One night she came into my room,
I saw the metal bar through the black,
Ouch she hit me where it hurt,
My eyes rolled back.

I woke motionless, my head heavy,
I felt I so sore,
Sharp scrapes at my back,
The perfect picture of the shore.

She left me here,
Thats what she chose to do,
I remember how much I preferred,
The family that were new.

What a coincidence,
My rescue were my Aunts friend,
Sent me back home after a week,
This isnt yet the end.

Back again, me and her,
A love so sincere,
Its so disgusting and cold now,
Her lies are even in her tear.

I'm sick of it now,
Her lacing every little stitch,
How she sows every line in my hatred,
How she is such a

Basically,just about a time when my Mum drugged me and left me to awaken on some grey beach,to clear any confusion. Im not asking for sympathy.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Monique

    Hey,,
    :( well i wont give u sympathy since u asked not to.. but i hope ur ok.. and u can email me anytime.. im a good listener. well this poem.. hmm.. unique topic, very heartfelt, and I just dont know what else to say.. 5/5 for sure:)
    Monique

  • 18 years ago

    by aliiiii

    You got a tough life, a really tough one. I've been through abuse, except its a weee bit different when your a girl against a grown man. So, not going to critizize though. Your an awsome writer, i got to give you that. You have an unbelively great talent. And going through tough lives are difficult and depression taking, enough for you to die, drink, do drugs, or end up cold, bitter hearted. So I'm glad to see that your writing and actually expressing yourself. Its really great. So Please, keep writing, to hold yourself up.

  • 18 years ago

    by Bridgette

    Hey i really like this poem, its very emotional.