I bloody my fists
against your grave
cleanse the wounds
in the fires you crave
So desolate, without you here,
thought I still had time
it aches, this void you left
why did you die, Mother of mine?
Never to meet the babe I carry,
won't see me walk down the isle
not there when my heart grows lonely
forever missing your scolding smile
I need your arms around me
just one last hug, final farewell
to feel the comfort of your embrace
without the pain I know so well
*** R.I.P. Hilda Gerber, 23/03/1959 - 11/06/2013 ***
I will always miss what we never had
YOU ARE READING
from Hades
PoetryHey guys, i'm posting some amateur poetry, some lean towards dark and gothic but mostly its just how i express my inner turmoil, please let me know what you think =) pretty please comment??
