Dark Sentence

Poem by: Laura Plum

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A mother waits after her son is released from prison. He was never meant to go.

Dark Sentence

On that sunny day I stood.

In the yellow I stood on that expectant platform

I was waiting for you:

For a comet, a sandstorm, a tidal wave.

You fell to me so pitifully.

You were a flicker, a misplaced slab,

A breeze passing through.

I had to take time to take you in,

My aged rustic statue.

I saw the rocks in your heart

And the new depths you had sunk to.

I read the lies in your letters

From the whispers in your eyes.

I felt your knees subside to a timeless hunger –

I gathered you up inside.

You chortled and gasped through drops of blood

And clenched with every breath.

Behind those bars

You painfully woke to a

Bleeding nose, lips

Broken bones.

You were one of the few.

A difficult child you were my son,

Now a scared, scarred wreck of mine.

The whips have served you unkindly

For a black dialling

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Submitted: February 26, 2009

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