(* Morbid Art (A Mother She Calls Herself) Poem by Silent Speaker
(* Morbid Art (A Mother She Calls Herself)
black nails
a dark soul
half a heart
never again whole
cut wrist
blood hides
people see
with eyes that abide
A torn body
scars all around
A quiet mouth
with a screaming sound
She crys for help
first with her wounded skin
she shows her mother her hurt
in hope getting help her mother will give in
But so wrong was she
for her mother only said stop
no compassion in her words
so continued to the blood drops
yet the girl trys again
instead of scars she uses her word
pleading and begging
until she is heard
A mother the woman calls herself
yet she neglected her own
A selfish woman making life hell
while her children feel unwanted and alone
Wow! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! You take the raw pain and throw it at the page with such energy that it cannot be ignored great work Erika another 10
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 3:58:06 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I agree with Paddy, you have put everything into this poem making it very meaningful to the reader. A very good piece of work by an up coming poetest. Your friend Lynn