[To my love, my light: Madox...]
My love for You, Son
Is no different today
than it was the moment
You became inside me-
I am Nothing more than
an empty Shell without You.
My distance is only to
Protect You
from what follows me.
O’ what a scare my Eyes will give You.
For my Soul’s been taped;
but not before being raped.
The mending takes time
and I will not have You staring,
Standing
Eye to Eye
While I fight to recover
my smiling Eyes.
Stop Your Searching
for ‘Mama‘s Car’-
or [i]Me.[/i]
I begged God
to have pity upon me.
With his Mercy,
He spared Your
Sacred Soul
from All - or any
Animosity.
[i] Or so I Force myself to Believe.[/i]
You have captured the pain and torment that you have gone through very well in this poignant piece...10
this is one of the deepest poems i have read-i actually felt the pain myself-10+++++++
A powerful rush of emotion, a calling, a plea. Great write Mark
I have read this poem before and it didn't pull me in because the words didn't interest me... But reading it again, I actually had to hold back tears after reading this piece. And I mean literally,100% no joke. This is painfully beautiful, and painfully painful. Best wishes Quin. And because I've never had a poem (or anything other form of entertainment, for that matter) make me feel the way this poem did. I'm going to have to favorite this. Amazing write.
This is just beautiful...I have no other words. And I wish you and Madox... all the best
This is still amazing....I know two comments might be annoying but this is incredible....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I understand and you describe well the torment in vivid colours.Can I be of help to that distress by sending my love and kindest regards to my fellow Poet, You write well, I shall read more. Philip