A twisted poem based off my life experiences and my relationship with my mother. |
-For Your Blame- by Keaton Foster The shame This is no game For your blame Indeed I was born And thus betrayed What a terrible waste A life not worth living A chance not forgiven Mother of this existence Justifier of all strife You held me to the flames Oh how did I scream I was and remain In such terrible pain No sympathy did you offer Your heart Ripe with empathy Your chest Full much lechery You knew what you were doing And you could never allow me Your son made mistake To forget what he had done What you call your soul Bottomless does it seem to go You are incapable of loving me And I Am incapable of loving anyone Not by choice but by condition Every obvious truth I have come to refuse Because of one continuous lie I have always done what I must And will always do as such Easily do I fake with the saints I could never hope to escape In this infernal prison I’ll waste Deep in your mind as well as mine A powerful disease continually grows No therapy or intoxicating cocktail Could ever save you and I You have been doomed by fate And I am doomed by you For your blame I have come to live my life this way There is nothing less that I can do I pretend as best that I can I can be quite convincing if need be But inside I know without question That there is and will always be An emotionless chasm unable to be filled Absolutely nothing is what you gave me It is mine even if and when nothing else is I know that I could never be anything Other than just like you For your blame I was born and have lived… For Your Blame Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013 |