by Cherrie Kong | |
Published on: Feb 26, 2006 | |
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Type: Poetry | |
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It's no surprise, this violent guise Has only lasted so long Lived since birth with no remorse Or desire to compromise Now this hate will dissipate To leave a lifeless hollow Who shall come to see this son Lying with his eyes closed Behind these lids a silent bliss To be removed from a world so cold The timely eye that never arrived Could have seen his life of sorrow His mother never loved her son A being taking up her time She cursed the babe that bore her pain Who reminded her of his father's name And the things he did to take her And the things they did to keep him « return. |