Mother
Two are falling on the ground
One lands right side up
The other can't be found
The tide brings in
A large open mouthed scream
Part of me thinks I must be asleep
Beauty tainted with matters
Of sainthood, borders and ladders
Would it even register
If your mother was calling you home to her
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Blood_Rainicorn
Hey everyone, I'm a very thoughtful and introspective aspiring writer. I've gone through some heavy stuff and writing helps tremendously and I joined powerpoetry to keep me inspired and going and help deal with the demons. I love music, making independent short films and music videos and of course writing.
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