Mother 1 (comfort)
By kyew
Mother, should I build the wall? It's not difficult very simple- To forget all I've learned. Mother, can I sleep with you? I need to feel your inside-ness- To know you from without. Mother, will I ever know? I wish to understand what you see in me- What makes you call me 'pretty boy'. Mother, where will I go? The search is endless and ever so tedious- Wearing the inside out. Mother, do you know me yet? You have seen my dark side- The turmoil in my soul. Mother, why do you run away? I have no place to hide from the watchers- The ones who would tear me apart. Mother, can I play you a song? I know your favorite well enough- Enough to know you hate it. Mother, will I be alone? When the nights are cold and dark, I fear- Afraid to be the One. Mother, may I write some words? I can build the wall with the stones- Bricks of spoken language. Mother, does it have to be so high? Written April 3rd, 2002 © on Apr 03 2002 02:15 AM PST, R. T. Howard 0 • 18 • 10
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