My Mother's Eyes
I am obligated
I am my mother's child.
She makes me drowned within her awful wry
Every words makes me even, perish to die.
I am obligated
I sense my mother's cry.
But she never knew how much I tried
to be someone, not upon her gruesome wry.
I am tormented
on, becoming my mother's child.
How I wish I could be splendid die
and have those parents other than—
my mother's eyes.
Alex Jhon
poem by Alex Jhon
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