John Thorkild Ellison

Rookie - 103 Points (17/04/51 / Edinburgh)

A 'Bad' Mother Grieves - Poem by John Thorkild Ellison

I realise my only hope
Is to find some kind of way to cope
With the guilt that hounds me from within,
But I'm paralysed by a sense of sin.
When I was younger things were good,
I loved my children like I should,
I read them stories when they went to bed,
They loved me too (that's what they said) .
The years have passed and I'm getting old;
It's funny how your heart grows cold
'Cos now I don't care one little bit
About the family and that sh*t
Who married me and destroyed my life
By persuading me to be his wife.
He made me feel like I didn't exist
Although he squeezed me when we kissed,
He shattered every innocent dream
And when I wake at night I scream.
There's no-one now who can explain
Why the nightmares come again and again,
They'll never understand my pain
And my awful fear of going insane.


Comments about A 'Bad' Mother Grieves by John Thorkild Ellison

  • Rookie - 403 Points Rekha Mandagere (7/5/2011 5:26:00 AM)

    How realistically you pictured the society! This is increasing in the world.Thanks for sharing it. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 6, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, July 5, 2011


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