Welcome Visitor: Login to the siteJoin the site

No Comfort

Poetry By: Staplink
Poetry



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





1

| Email this story Email this Poetry | Add to reading list



Reviews

About | News | Contact | Your Account | TheNextBigWriter | Self Publishing | Advertise

© 2013 TheNextBigWriter, LLC. All Rights Reserved. Terms under which this service is provided to you. Privacy Policy.