Into the Feel

Mother love and apple pie.
The times you wished that you had died
instead of being born into the real.
Flashback of an alternate appeal.
Clinging to your tiny cells of life
amid the strife of pain filled destiny.

Too long ago and far away,
the feel of being free. Metal casts
of moments lapsed can't change
the feel of loneliness you know.
The solitude was never meant to grow
into the monster it's become.

Mother love and apple pie.
The meaning of a well-known sigh.
She used to be the meaning of it all.
When was it that the fall began
within the lonely space that spins
the power of love you used to know as real...?
Dizzy, spinning back into the feel...

? Michaelette ?

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