My greatest fear is to be away too long
I can't bear much time, for I'm not that strong
Will my boys sleep peacefully
Or will slumber evade them because of me
I want to escape and prove them wrong
Because I don't feel like them, I don't belong
I'm not like others with this disease
Give me the chance to show you, to make you see
I'm a fighter after all
When push comes to shove I am ready to brawl
You didn't see me though or didn't care
You locked me away and stole my air
You judged me with fake pity in your eyes
But you were full of shit and full of lies
Now today you use it against me
To strip away my only sanity
How fucking dare you, you hypocrite
To say I'm not a good mother, to say I'm unfit
The only reason I remained there day after day
Is for the boys you are now trying to strip away
You rule with an iron fist, like a King
You took my freedom, my future, and my wedding ring
But you will never take my beautiful sons
Without first hearing the ringing echo of my gun
Nice
I love how it ends, and the last line. Powerful.
Here here. Let's hope it
Here here. Let's hope it does not come to the use of a gun; but very understandable emotions here at being seperated from your sons. I hope everything improves for you and you are reunited with your sons. A very moving thought provoking, emotionaly charged poem, I like your poem very much.
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