Birth Mother

Her memory lingers over my trudging corpse


Waves of sorrow and fear flow through my veins

Pushing and pulling me under

Drowning me at her leisure


What was once peachy, has evolved to dull seeping flesh

Filled with warmth a soul slowly turns shivering

No one noticed them

The crack of thunder breaks upon my skin

Forever tainting my heart black and blue


Physically but not mentally will I recover

She is a familiar face, with not a name


My stomach began to consume itself

Praying for food, love, and the will to continue


Left on the curbside, I still love her

How can my heart be so dark yet swelling with love


her memory

and I

This poem is about: 
My family
Poetry Terms Demonstrated: 


Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.


If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741