Whilst watching a crime series
In which a man returns home
A nd calls out for his absent mother
Which sparked of a flashback
Like no other
Of when i found my mother
Lying on the floor
Her life had left her
She was no more
It was a different kind of hell
Finding her now, empty shell
Now five years since this had occurred
Hoping this memory, had now slurred
But realised that this distant rock
Although now covered in moss, could still shock
And felt at this moment, a frightened despair
At a flashback of a memory, which laid my heart bare

by Jemia