Mama.

In randomly scattered moments
I can fool myself cruelly
through the tattered fragments
of a phantasmal memory
Abreast on a breeze of torment
I hear a quiet whispering
of an imaginary figment
a vague and ghostly thing
In the maddening confusion
I can make myself believe
through the comfortable illusion
that a child’s eyes perceive
Within such a warm delusion
I hear words never spoken to me
from the mouth of a fabrication
by the mom that you couldn’t be
In gradually growing resentment
I can hardly seem to breathe
through smoldering enchantment
my eyes still fight re-opening
for the sake of such abandonment
that represents the harsh reality.

6 thoughts on “Mama.

  1. kat says:

    that poem is so heart wrenching.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Simon says:

    Hey you… Hope you’re well xo
    I must email you and catch up sometime, I feel i’m neglecting you .

    Liked by 1 person

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