You sold me out and shamed my name.
This shattered Life became your game.
The wrath of God an endless flame.
Beware of how you claim your fame.
I myself shall hold no blame.
I know the truth and feel no shame.
A vengeful mother. A spiteful dame.
To me you're nothing. You're all the same.
You cut me swift. Your ax of lies.
Took siege my world. Your biased spies.
Don't look me dead within my eyes.
For you may combust to hordes of flies.
Your stench of pity and worn out cries.
Where wholesome truth just rots and dies.
The Word I'm taught. She now denies.
I lack the warmth a mom supplies.
The rage I feel is boiling hot!
It's spilling over my patience pot!
You hit me in the hardest spot.
But your sorry words shall reach me not.
All your hate, with truth I fought.
All my pain, you searched and sought.
But as Em would say, leave Salem's Lot.
For a ticket to heaven cannot be bought.
The outburst of a son who is denied love by a mother! She should have been the anchor and harbour of love and sense of security for him, but who failed him! It is hard to believe. Either you must have misjudged her or she must have behaved in a manner that hurt you under circumstances beyond her control. Other wise no mother can deliberately harm the flesh of her flesh! A very touching write, highly rhyming! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow u hit this one a home run. Very well said. Very true! ! ! ! ! ! ! !