Hurtful Words Unsaid - Poem by Theo Williams
The evanescence of the morning mist
A sky of cannons and bullets awake
Land of conflict and hate I'm amidst
Roses now welt and wither with ache.
I try to decipher the desolation
That is written between your words
I try and free myself from this isolation
But my cry to you remains unheard.
Eagerness overcomes when you say
You've missed me so very long
You stay up all night and day
Saying your son is brave and strong.
I read looking up above at the birds
I wished upon their freedom, I avowed
I glance for five simple words
But instead you say "My son I am proud".
Mother do not of me be pleased
For I have taken the very lives of human beings
I just want your love received
Not the chaos that my eyes are seeing.
You have forgotten all about me mum
And left out five simple words
- "I Love You My Son".
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