Poem title: A Mother's love
Written by: Luchetta(cookee) manus 2021
Sleep depervation
Joy comes in the morning the songstress sings yet to me feels more like mourning.
My dead past taunting me pulling on my heart strings. He is crafty. With the knowledge of using the only thing to manipulate me. The soul I birthed. The light which gives me life. This night seems to go on forever. Days end so suddenly. When you playing, plotting, deciding when I can see my light. I allow my limbs to go numb to survive the sensitivity. To make it through the hours and days of broken connection with my light. My light, was the product of a mistake I made way back in time. I loved the wrong person. Loving someone who never loved me. I was disposable necessity. The irony. The shadows of this evening are lit with hope as the sun comes up in the morning. Some days feels like sun comes up in my mourning. One day this will all be over and these lost years will feel like mere moments
