Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
Muhammad_Sami_SadiqPoems
You remind me of me, Of my mother, And our dark basement. She was always angry at me, For all that I did, For all that I did not, For all that she did, And all that she did not. She would catch me And take out all her anger. I was afraid of her, A little child, Frightened to death. If I saw her furious At anything, at anyone, I would hide in that basement: The place that haunted me, Dark, where no one would go, Where all the devils lived. They still live there, In my nightmares. So yes, when you get angry, Like my mother, you don’t strike me, But you lash me with your words. I don’t have that basement anymore. But I escape. I go silent. I leave. I run into my unconscious, A perfect replica of that basement, Full of all the devils, And their many new offspring That the world cannot see Except me. I stay there Until your storm has passed. I am scared there. I am afraid. I wish my mother had known it... She never did. And I wish you could help me Break that basement. But instead, You are only narrowing it, Pushing me deeper Into its shadows.
0
Oct 8, 2025
Oct 8, 2025 at 6:22 PM UTC
The Basement
You remind me of me, Of my mother, And our dark basement. She was always angry at me, For all that I did, For all that I did not, For all that she did, And all that she did not. She would catch me And take out all her anger. I was afraid of her, A little child, Frightened to death. If I saw her furious At anything, at anyone, I would hide in that basement: The place that haunted me, Dark, where no one would go, Where all the devils lived. They still live there, In my nightmares. So yes, when you get angry, Like my mother, you don’t strike me, But you lash me with your words. I don’t have that basement anymore. But I escape. I go silent. I leave. I run into my unconscious, A perfect replica of that basement, Full of all the devils, And their many new offspring That the world cannot see Except me. I stay there Until your storm has passed. I am scared there. I am afraid. I wish my mother had known it... She never did. And I wish you could help me Break that basement. But instead, You are only narrowing it, Pushing me deeper Into its shadows.
I still run to the place I once feared the most.
#darkness#dark
Muhammad_Sami_Sadiq
Written by
Muhammad_Sami_Sadiq
40/M/Sweden
Oct 8, 2025
Oct 8, 2025 at 6:22 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem