Mirage Of A Mother Poem by Joyce Rugg

A phantom affection, a thing of the past
What you care for, made of glass
Living a pathetic, poisoned, parody,
Your love, a screaming melody

How could you ask for my trust,
Your fading mask flaking rust?
Do you even see me?
Or is a paycheck all I’ll ever be?

You battled for me, but really fought
For your drug and the peace it brought
I was less than nothing, just another stain
Another blot in a world where you couldn’t remain

For the longest time, I’ve hated you
For all things you put me through
Given a chance, I’d have chosen any other,
Yet you still dared call yourself a mother

I was ignorant, foolish, only a child
All I knew was tainted, defiled
You disgusted me, the way you lived
Now I understand; that doesn’t mean I forgive