Alone

 

Alone

My mother has some dirty laundry; I think it’s time to air it out,

 Air out, the repugnant stench from the pain and suffering that is buried in her contoured soul.

I sit and watch my mother struggle to be free again but is a prisoner of death,

She’s dead!

My father’s passing striped her soul from her body leaving an empty corpse rotting from the inside out.

Her spirit longs to be completed again so she starts and innocent collection of toy army green men.

I sit and watch as my mother tortures her with the memories of my long gone father.

She pushing me away when I need her the most , but she only wants to be ……..

Alone

My mother has some skeletons in her closet; I think it’s time to set free,

Set free the mountains of useless junk that clog our house creating homes for vicious insects and disease spreading rodents.

I sit and watch as they create holes and destroy clothes and climb over the dishes I eat from.

She is blind!

A house is not a home if there is no love there.

She watches me bleed the same from her very veins as the furious insect bites as they invade my skin and inject me with their venom.

She pushing me away when I need her the most, but she only wants to be……

Alone

My mother has a caged bird in her soul that is ready for flight; I think it’s time to set it free,

Free us both from the death’s cold cruel vicious hands that suffocate us in this house.

I sit and watch as she continues to push me away further and further from her ice cold heart, there is no more love.

I am running away!

No longer can I live in this house and be denied by the very woman who gave birth to me.

No longer will I watch as she rots and self destructs god’s creation.

She has pushed me away, and now she will be……

Alone

My mother needs a seed of faith that I can no longer provide,

As this tear streams roll down my eyes I see her…..

I see myself and we are one and the same.

She sits in her corner  as I watch her in silence in disbelief she is still not happy…..

Alone!