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
Author's Note:
It hit me unprepared...Comments on "The lost son"
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A former member wrote:
Nice flow. Good poem. Your skilled. Welcome to dp!
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On Saturday, January 31, 2015, Tear of Prometheus
(28) wrote:
Thanks this is really encouraging to me.