Another attempt at poetry...
I sit here tonight.And as much as I try,As hard as I might,I can't seem to cry. I have every reason, To let the tears flow,But they just won't come. Held up inside,Holding on tight,Even though my mom "died", I continue this fight. Pretending that I'm okay,That it doesn't hurt.Try as hard as I may,I still feel like dirt. At such an enormous cost,Never to be found,My mom is lost. She can't come back clearly,I wish she was back.I miss her so dearly.Her presence I lack. I'm sad to stateShe made her choice.The dangerous men she chose to date.She never did hear my voice.Maybe I spoke too late?? They took me away.For just a short time they said.I'll never forget that day.Crying softly in that bed,There was no other way. She had left long ago.I try to make sense,I wish I could know.But I can't. Two years later,It still is painful. I try not to hate her, But she left me. Alone.
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