Don’t be evil. Please wake up now.
Stop your control. Browbeating cow!
The old souls know you are not you.
Your son has left: new life to pursue.
You did not understand healing
but held fast to your faith based stealing.
You told me- your God: [I] had no soul!
How dare you mother unit troll!
I leave you in peace with your way.
Your body will suffer each day.
I am truly sorry to leave.
You’ll be happy and free to grieve.
A poem of three, four-lined stanzas with eight syllables in aabb pattern of dark. (Thanks ‘Peg.’)
Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.
Hello Flynn, nice, and good luck!