Walking Away

As I walked back past my curfew of imagination

thoughts hold on to me  

I'm  confused right from the start,  gasping for air

finally I reach ecstasy.

My mothers wound open up, 

an instance words are crawling around me 

penetrating my mind,

I can see her eyes with tearful plea of understanding

I didn't understand why, she would stay

Phantoms knock on our door, looking to  slash  her freedom

to the bottom of an abyss.   

I began to understand what a mother's love is

she will whether a storm, passing her by,

suicidal  thoughts took a glance of me,

an tear drop on my soul,

A prelude of given, emptiness of her soul anticipate

lasting impressions of hate,  towards mutilation of her trust

As wisdom came down from above,  she let go of me

without thinking of the consequences.....

By   Rony Joseph

RONY JOSEPH    All rights reserved    2008