Mother's Day

It's mother's day. She doesn't even know.
Dying, as her mind moves on into a twilit zone.
Toxic waste devouring itself.
Within the cells, within the brain,
within the bones - ungodly pain.
Her life encapsulated by the loss
of all its gain.

Storm clouds, dark and feisty, fill the sky.
Belligerent, she doesn't want to die.
The hours chime away the time
of life the way she thought
that it should be.

Cruel winds within the storm are spinning
paths of great destruction in her wake.
Dark and deep, the hatred spawned
is blotting out the springtime dawn.

It's mother's day. She doesn't even know.
Dying, as her mind moves on into a twilit zone.
Searching for a ray of sun
that never reached her in reality...

? Michaelette ?

5/11/2003
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