Sing – a poem about…………

Shackled within this blackened tomb
ignorant silence rains downwards on me
as I long to hear my Mother sing.

Sweet lullabies soothe my angry mind
melodies recited with a measured responsibility
how I crave the sounds to present calm.

Catastrophic storms erupt within my weakened existence
intent only to bring forth sufferance
taking delight in inflicting harm.

Our ‘Mother Mary’ no longer listens, so hear me now my lover
never let me fall from your grace
I pray for you to sing.

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