The lost son

By Tear of Prometheus


Thanks oh my sweet mother dear
For gifting me with life
Though this merry present I fear
To me it was quite unkind

I tried to fight but never was strong
You shielded me you didn´t do wrong

No matter how damadged you have been
You never left behind your own kin

But your shield I fear
Wasn´t armor enough
It was the cursed life to tear
My heart out and my skin off

Now naked I am and afraid
I´m sorry mother I cannot aid

I´m sorry for beeing oh so weak

I curse myself though unable to speak

Life even drew out my love for you
I´m sorry mother for what you´ve been through

Now no fight is left in me
And maybe I will never see
A light to shine in the dark again
Oh my sweet mother dear I surely became a man

But beloved mother

your son...

me...

I´m gone

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Copyright 2015 Tear of Prometheus
Published on Friday, January 30, 2015.     Filed under: "Reflective" and "Poetry"

Author's Note:

It hit me unprepared...
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  • A former member wrote: Nice flow. Good poem. Your skilled. Welcome to dp!

  • Tear of Prometheus On Saturday, January 31, 2015, Tear of Prometheus (28)By person wrote:

    Thanks this is really encouraging to me.

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