This is a poem I just wrote, but I thought maybe it could be lyrics to a song..
Any ideas for titles and improvement?
But it wasn't Mother I found
lying in a circlet of daisies
drained of color, cold and broken
her limbs twisted, her head hanging.
That corpse, that echo,
an abandoned shell
delicate as snow,
an image from hell.
Her unsettling eyes;
empty rooms gawking at empty air
glazed from disuse,
Mother wasn't there.
That was merely a memory
forgotten ash, a paper doll:
Not Mother, not Mother at all.
The sun emanated extravagant beams
that day,
Lush green grass against the sapphire canvas,
that was the world-
a lovely Monet.
Such a beautiful day
to not find
a disfigured, empty Mother.
How unlike now
this sad place of ice and gray
just like the Mother
I didn't find
that Summer day.
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