A Poem that sucks… Happy Motherless Day

Okay so…

Today marks 12 years since my mother passed away from cancer at the age of 56 seeing as her birthday was April 18th, 8 days before her death… dah dah dah…

With that being said… April is always a gloomy month for me. I always seem to have a streak of bad luck this month… (we’ll get to that later…wish i had more time to blog so my posts could maybe have some kind of order to them or chronology right now everything is kinda like Star Wars in my head) anyways…. yeah April sucks… moving on…

I wrote a poem today.. just cause I felt like it … not by far one of my best poems probably among the worst…probably shouldn’t even post it.. in my mind it’s more like a rap but whatever here it is…

 

“I wish someone would tell me they were hurting…

So I could board a train

Stop the pain

I’d do what I could to keep someone from hanging

 

I wish someone would show me what they’re really feeling…

So I could try to change their mind, so they could keep on breathing

 

I wish we’d wear emotions on our shirt…

My wardrobe would be all black, no need to stay alert

 

I’d give you an ear to keep a tear from falling

Cause I know what it’s like to try to keep your head up, walk the walk, when you’re barely crawling

And that calling that you’re waiting for never comes…

An invitation to explore something more, you’re just shunned

 

I wish you’d tell me what was going on…

Cause I know hugs are temporary as they come, they’re gone..

And it’s not so long…

..before you realize you’ve done nothing wrong

But you can’t help but blame yourself so you sing the song…

 

And you see it’s funny…

Cause everywhere you go outside is just so bright and sunny

 

You want to enjoy the day but you just don’t know how

So you come back in, plop yourself back on the couch

Hours pass by and you’re just sitting there..

Look at your phone, hope for a call, so you could march downstairs

But chances of that happening are oh so rare..

You feel like you’re just another piece of meat and nobody cares…”

 

 

… so there you have it. The poem is actually not about my mother … but more about not wanting someone else to go through what you’re going through alone…

So with that I will leave you because I have a headache… barely ate anything all day (that struggle diet) and because my roommate is tone-deaf and is singing in the shower again… (sigh….)

 

Toodaloo!

– Your Neighborhood Motherless Child

 

Note;

A Poem for a poem: I believe poems are like bird calls, “a call for a call”… if you have a poem you would like to share about a similar topic I’d love to read it and re-post!