melted mallow face
the little marshmallow face
belies
the stab in the belly
the trudging through tar
the eyes open at 4 am
the dankness of soul
the hollowness of heart
the prayers that ricochet
the tears made of acid
the hope that was stomped
the flowers that have withered
the arms that are empty
the love song that is silent
the mind that has run away
the little marshmallow face
will soon
melt
from the
heat of tears
that have no mercy
Jul 21, 2017
Jul 21, 2017 at 10:51 PM UTC
melted mallow face
the little marshmallow face
belies
the stab in the belly
the trudging through tar
the eyes open at 4 am
the dankness of soul
the hollowness of heart
the prayers that ricochet
the tears made of acid
the hope that was stomped
the flowers that have withered
the arms that are empty
the love song that is silent
the mind that has run away
the little marshmallow face
will soon
melt
from the
heat of tears
that have no mercy
This poem was written years ago by my mom she shared with me through email, I know she is never on this site so I feel I can show you guys. this was her sadness and
she opened up being vulnerable enough to show it to her daughter! Which we do tend to get into deep conversations so its not bizarro that she revealed it to me, that's our bond. So I will later post my reply via poem to her. Anyway I believe she was single and lonely at this time in her life and stayed indoors often.
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