Madre

Another poem I'm going to post. I write all the time and rarely share that much anymore so... I have decided that I'm going to change that.

So here's another:

Madre
I still beg the night time silence

To make my truth not true.

Still plead with unseen demons,

For a moment more with you.

I still find my eyes are not yet dry,

Still trying so hard not to cry

Still asking, quizzing, wondering why

Why was it you who had to die?

I still feel the pangs of agony,

Sometimes they strike, no warning.

Still find I wake up hoping it was

Just a dream each morning.

Still hear you when it’s quiet,

You echo through my mind,

Your voice still helps me gather

All the strength I need to find.

I still wish for one more minute,

To say these things stuck in my head,

The thoughts I couldn’t process

That got lost up there, unsaid.

But time is unforgiving,

So I take those thoughts and write,

And when the silence falls

I sometimes say them to the night

In the hope maybe you’ll hear me,

The voice within the black,

Crying, trying, begging,

For a way to bring you back.