Momma's Little Boy(Poem)By Stevon Mathis

[stevie991]

I wept and wept and wept until no more

you spoke words of pain

and i felt this dark place this was coming from

and it hurts,

 

You have a place in my heart where

why comes into question,

 

Mondays are somedays i hide

hide from this mother's love so raw and unwanted

hide from your voice creeping in my dreams

hide from the fact your without son im my heart,

 

Past is your touch

past is your love and i'd rather be without

without holding on this hold you have on my life,

without compassion you now lack,

 

Because in dawn im confused of how you once were

and how life changes souls so indirect,

 

Im powerless to leave this life as i know it

i struggle more and more each day to see her look at me in disgust,

 

Im here and one day oceans will roar my name

and suns will feed from my love,

and daddy's little boy will have a pillow next to my heart.

 

to be misunderstood in my own little corner

left me in a place i never long to return,

 

That place lyed lies and turmoil from your eyes and rage from your hand

and seethe from your actions at times i didnt understand?

 

Your flesh is mine but this love we cannot share

in my times of sorrow and i cannot bare the sight of my face,

 

My love for poetry hardens my heart and this hate that you and i share

will dwell in my pot were ashes burn and memoiries soon to fade from thought.

 

 

By Stevon Mathis II

[vicogden]

Very interesting piece of prose.  It's deep on more than one level and if you really want to get the jest of what he's trying to say, you have to read it more than once.  Some of it is quite moving, and in fact sad ("Your flesh is mine but this love we cannot share; in my times of sorrow and i cannot bare the sight of my face...").  Just the line I quoted is enough to get you thinking about your own life and relationships with those closest to you. 

Thanks for sharing.

[Storm61115]

hmm i didnt quite know what to think of that. i write poetry myself.