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There she sits in front
Of the mother lost.
Her crazy eyes dart back
And forth between them and walls.
Overgrown nails and white, bloody
Knuckles grip tight on the table.
Why? The mothers voice hisses
Full of the pain she still bears.
The insane one tries to speak,
But only a squeak escapes chapped lips.
Why'd you take my babies!
Mother has jumped up now.
She's ready to attack and
Lunges straight at the insane.
Her bloody and pale knuckles
Try to grab her throat.
In vain. All in vain because
You can't strangle your reflection.
Of the mother lost.
Her crazy eyes dart back
And forth between them and walls.
Overgrown nails and white, bloody
Knuckles grip tight on the table.
Why? The mothers voice hisses
Full of the pain she still bears.
The insane one tries to speak,
But only a squeak escapes chapped lips.
Why'd you take my babies!
Mother has jumped up now.
She's ready to attack and
Lunges straight at the insane.
Her bloody and pale knuckles
Try to grab her throat.
In vain. All in vain because
You can't strangle your reflection.
I've been toying with this idea for sometime now. Finally just figured out how to put this into the correct wording.
After this, I'm going to try and write a cheery poem for an auditioning process. Wish me luck.
Critics are welcomed
After this, I'm going to try and write a cheery poem for an auditioning process. Wish me luck.
Critics are welcomed
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love the ending, makes it so much more meaningful yet sad at the same time