Sunday, December 30, 2007

second poem from tonight...guess i'm feeling inspired.

Also unedited.

Mother, you’ve torn me apart-
You’ve made me a stranger to this world.

The day you ripped me from your womb like a parasite
you simply couldn’t bear,
My heart swelled up like a bulging balloon.
Bruised and blistered,
Fat and full.
I walked around like a leper,
Always traveling-
Ragged and worn.
I searched for a house with lights that glowed warmth
Through whose frosty windows I gazed at cheeks rosy with joy,
Imagining what it must be like to be light-hearted.
But they threw me out,
Said there was no space for my bags of dirty clothes and rotten food.
Said I would always be a cripple,
That I was deaf and dumb to the world of the normal.

Mother, you’ve made me this way.
Shot me up with poison and lies,
Made me mourn for 22 years,
Made me walk cloaked in black
In which I joined Cain in his solemn, endless stroll.
Banished, I sought shelter in pools of waste that would kill me over time.
I punctured my heart that was plump and pulsating,
Till one day, I didn’t feel anymore.

Mother, you took away my senses-
Made me see what wasn’t there.
How long did I wake at night in my haunted sleep,
Crying for something I never had,
Longing for something I never even knew?

Mother, you left me on the lonely banks of the Styx,
Where I tried to float my raft to some place better-
Always, somewhere new.
But always I found myself
Thrown overboard by a God that despised me,
As I gasped for air- for just one breath of life.

Mother, will you wake me up?
Will you open my eyes and let out
This little girl locked I a hollow, putrid hole.
Cuz she’s screaming inside and ready to throw herself away.

Free me from your chains,
Unbind me from your heartless spell-
I’m cutting the cord,
I’m untying the knot,
Once and for all, Mother-
I’m ripping our crooked souls apart.

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