MOTHER MOTHER MOTHER
There's a sad sad look in your eyes.
A sun that's not allowed to rise.
Like a fish with no water to breathe.
Like a fatal snake with it's deadly wreathe.
A wild animal trapped in a cage.
No chance for a clean, slate page.
Medication holds you in it's haze.
A tired, wornout, bitter gaze.
So what can I do - a child of yours.
I still keep fighting my own personal wars.
Even though you were never around,
I'm willing to keep you safe and sound.
Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2006-07-22 at 12:21
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