Treasure Island

Gregory PierreJerome


A Loss


In the sky I fly like a bird
my tears fall down as I scream to be heard
as I pass through the clouds a sadness accrues
at the moment I remember my mom saying i love you
feeling the wind I regret such great loss
why did he take such beauty, what a coward boss
do I deserve such castigation
now my heart is all desolation
why do I feel such painful emotion

my mother the most beautiful lover
she cared so much and never was bothered
flying in the sky I get hunted through no amnesty
oh Lord, wherever she is allow my soul to be
in thy name I beg for us to be free

Submitted: Tuesday, June 01, 2010

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  • Bert Bell (10/28/2010 5:40:00 PM)

    Very nice, Gregory. A lovely tribute to your mother. I feel your pain as I have also lost mine. (Report) Reply

  • Cleide Tatyana Almeida (7/20/2010 1:16:00 PM)

    this is an extremely sad poem. it really makes you reflect upon death and brings old wounds to the surface but the purity and intensity of the love you had for your mother takes the sting out of the pain. It's beautiful (Report) Reply

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