'Recreation Of Mistakes' Poem by Amy Lee

A recreation of mistakes
Something has taken my place
I can hear everything going on around me
I feel my mind screaming please
My son looks up at me with a smile
I’m under a six feet pile
Pile of grief within my soul
Trying recreating what was once whole
He lives his life without my love
Knowing that I’m in the sky above
He creates chaos on his way
Not thinking of the words he says
A scar on his forehead that says six... six... six
One that can never be fixed
Feeling ashamed that I never recognized it before
As I took it in with open doors
I guess when that someone is yours
It takes you a while to release them from that tour
The tour of life love within your heart
Trying to make sure they don’t fall into the dark
Never knowing that they were never born in the light
Keeping everything out of your sight
My son afraid to call him by his name
For I feel so ashamed
Ashamed of what I let roam this earth
He’s taken over the earth
He’s the dark I couldn’t escape
When I never realized the tape
That covered up the truth from me
So that I could never see
His skin is made out of knives and spears
Every touch made you tear
The mind has no eraser
The mind is only a racer
It knows nothing but threats
Holding up by threads
Warming his restless heart
For tomorrow he would have just begun to create the dark
All he wants to do is fight
Hoping that it would last more than one night
Praying that he wouldn’t be there
For I’ve realized that I’m here
Finding myself to still be breathing
I doubt that he knows I’m still breathing
Stuck in a casket six feet under
Listening to thunder
Not knowing what it takes to set me free
Hoping that he doesn’t find me
Knowing I don’t stand another chance
Standing on the edge of time
He’s about to commit a crime
He’s trying to take away my only pride
The courage that I have inside
Finding the world corrupting around him
Finding the light to go dim
My eyes swelling from all the dirt and the degree
Having true evil and true heroism compete
There’s no more wasting time
It’s time to move the line