All the tell tale signs
a mother always knows
inbuilt radar, honing device
an invisible watcher
as suspicion grows.
***
The bloody nose
a trillion excuses
agitation, pacing floors
pervading dark expression
to pull her offspring from the brink
she'll demolish all the doors.
***
But the boy will sell his soul
for the devil in a bag
the malevolent merciless master
has the victim in his lair
power of toxic powder
holds the addict in its grip
down the spiral of unending vice his descent grows ever faster.
by Barb Nixon (copyrighted)
It's very sad, but it's also about discovering things we wish we hadn't!
so brilliant......it needs some time to understand fully, but so enjoyable..... well written
so brilliant......it needs some time to understand fully, but so enjoyable..... well written
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I did enjoy reading this poem I felt like it came from genuine emotion