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No Comfort

Poetry By: Staplink

My mom keeps asking me questions I don't have the answer to and it's overwhelming

Submitted:Oct 14, 2011    Reads: 10    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   

I'm just a young adult

So why does she consult

Me about the direction of her life

I can never end this rife

Always dealing with her thoughts of suicide

And can't take it cuz every year they're amplified

I there is no way to escape

The house is a misery landscape

She asks me for encouragement

And I wish I could, I never dreamt

That I would be so miserable

But to people's B S I've grown intolerable

The Bible says comfort others with the comfort you've received

But how can I do that when I'm so haunted and grieved

I feel myself going crazy cuz I've reached the brink

So angry and pissed that I do things and don't think


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