Oh Mother, Where Art Thou


Oh Mother, where art thou
when I need you the most.
I need you to tell me how
to get rid of this ghost.

It haunts and it scares
and it tears me apart.
I tried hymns and prayers
and a cross through it's heart.

But nothing helps, it stays the same.
Oh Mother, won't you lead the way.
Please tell me who's to blame?
And why you had to go astray?

Enlightenment hurts, it stings my eyes.
It's time to stop pretending and end the lies.
The ghost is the mother, I see that now.
And I will have to live with that somehow.




Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2006-12-04 at 16:50

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Phyllis J. Rhodes
Beautifully tragic. This is how something terrible is written about beautifully. The story is so real, the reader becomes the story teller and thus is the victim. I felt devistation as the sad, aweful truth was revealed. I felt denial, then hopelessness, then reluctant acceptance. And I was emotionally spent. You have made us one in this. I pray we all find peace soon. May I suggest we try God's mercy.
2006-12-04