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