Hey guys, this is a poem I just wrote, hope you like it.
Smother
Mom was dead. Mom is dead. Mom was alive. Mom is not alive.
Mom wasn’t dead. Mom feels alive. Mom felt alive. Mom felt dead, sometimes.
Mom wants to be alive. Mom wanted to be dead, sometimes. Mom wanted to be alive, sometimes.
Mom would walk. Mom can’t walk. Mom would walk with me. Mom would walk and point out birds with me. Mom would walk and point out birds with me and tell me about birds that flew in the sky. Mom would walk and point out birds with me and tell me about God.
God, Mom said, was dead. God, Mom said, is dead. God, Mom said, was alive. God, Mom said, is not alive. God, Mom said, loved us, very much. God, Mom said, died because of us. God, Mom said, couldn’t feel our love anymore, so why send it to him?
Mom cannot feel my love anymore. Mom is dead. Mom is not alive. Mom felt alive. The hospital felt dead. God feels dead. God cannot feel love. Mom cannot feel love. I cannot send my love for them to them for them to feel.
Love was smothered. Love is smothered. Love was smothering. Love is smothering. Love is to smother. To love is to smother. To smother is to love. The smothered are loved.



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