She stars ahead
Her face scrunched up, the air around
Her is as silent as the moonlight sky
Why is it you hate me so
She whispers a fierce determination,
The blunt of her force of will daring
The gods above to silence her piercing heart
You took him
Tore him from my womb like my,
Pain didn't erupt in blazing fire
You didn't hear my piercing screams
I asked and begged
Yet you took him from me
Am I not his mother
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Oh, How Cold And Treacherous
PoetryA short poems that I hope you all like or relate to This is a picture from google.
