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Jul 2015
The only part of my face that was even remotely recognizable was the space where my eyes should have been.
Years of unceasing tears had washed them away until there was nothing left but two matching deep dark and bottomless pools filled with murky black water that ****** me right in until I was swirling and spinning pulled deeper and deeper.............like water rushing down a drain, rainfall spilling into a gutter.
I was falling, flailing and there was no way to stop it.
No way to claw my back.
No way to spare myself the endless GRIEF.
I was drowning.
This one is about my late mother, she passed way early this year.
Written by
Aminah Nasser  north Carolina
(north Carolina)   
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   mark cleavenger
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