Sons Concerned about Their Mother

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My Boys

My heart is

Betrayed

I feel the knife

Get sharper

As it peirces 

My heart

I fall

My tears flow

Yet you

Stand smiling

With another

Women in your arms

While I fall to the floor

You walk away

And our sons

Run to me

To make sure

I'm ok

They ask why?

I can't even speak

I can't even breathe

My heart hurts

My vision is blurred

I feel weak

My sons 

Call out to me

I start to come too

I see my boys

Holding me close

And wipeing away

Tears

I try to speak

But my mouth

Would not utter

A sound

My oldest

Just says

Daddy not nice

Mommy me and brother

Are here

We love you

And someone will love

You to mommy

It made me cry even more

I know my son speaks

The truth

Yet I cannot turn off

My feelings like

A light switch

I'm happy he hurt

Me

Because our sons

Seen it

I want them to

Understand what he did to

Me

All I need

Is my sons

I don't need anyone

Else

 

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