Please Mother Stand By Me Poem by Maveriqué Richard

As I tread this forbidden path;
Tears, like river, floods my eyes.
With Evil tongues prattling on,
I am Bathed with fire and Brine.

Oh sweet mother, where art thou?
Had thine finger tips gone numb?
Is thine sights too short that it sees me not?
While I writhe, and wallow and whine.

For Death itself hath married you,
And hath cast darkness in between.
As he gropes your back, and soothes thine rage,
Please mother, Stand by me.

The tidal thrums you knew;
That flows South now empties North.
She hath swallowed thine blessed hut;
And had bleached its paint with mire.

Even friends and foes hath all collude,
And hath turned me to their fief.
As their be no you; Counsels neither,
I sway - But stand by me.

Oh! sweet mother, hear my cry;
Dine not silence while I die.
For am crushed to pulp; My days are bleak.
You're gone but stand by me.