Mothers Guilt

Poem By char shepp

the daddys wing
the leather lakes that drift along
and the seagle spreads his wings of fire
life after death becomes more vile
the same number repeats its sins
while its mother sits and watches everything
why you let this happen to me
it screams in silence
her heart is so bruised
she doesent know that she loves
but he rather wait then have no one
drifting away as his skin drips to the ground
and then the crows wing rais's againe
just nevermind it was all a nightmare

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