I understand now.
I am an inconvenience.
Beneath the carpet.
And you, my mother,
you walk within his shadow
so who are you, then?
You've chosen wisely,
it really never matters
your word means nothing.
I'd always reckoned
that truth would be the winner
I am so sorry.
Thanks, Duncan. It is the expression of what should never have to be expressed. A mother who will walk with the criminal out of utter convenience. Best H
Something very deep about this one Herbert, Was this to be a mothers defeat at the loss of her own power or a sons even deeper feeling of defeat at the feelings of loss for her A overpowering father perhaps Eitherway it carries a very deep emotional basis Love Duncan X
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I was worried that this was what you were saying here, Herbert. Fight on. A dark, harrowing poem. G.