themes: trauma, loss of innocence, rebirth
my mother brought me to the earth
on a blooming day of spring
early with the morning sun
as the cars rolled into work
that day means nothing to me now
for i cannot remember anything
my memory clouded a dark gray
like the rainy sky i was born under
i was brought back to life
in the stormy autumn night
like the waves thrashing around
throwing my ship overboard
will you come to my birthday party
to mourn the death of my youth
bring me a nice flower crown
as tears stream down my face
YOU ARE READING
aftertaste || poetry
Poetrythe words left in my mouth after the pain came, stayed, and left
