This is a poem to my mom,
Whom I have blamed for my own mistakes
Whose tears have been shed
By my own doing
Hopeless sobs and frantic explanations
Still ring in my ears
Yet I heard nothing
I did not feel your love for so long
I blamed you when I should have pointed that shaking finger at a mirror
So many times you yelled
Trying to get through to me
I only yelled back
My walls were built high
So high I could not see your sky
And who's fault was that but mine?
I am so sorry, mom
I love you more than I know
About Me
- ♥Jordin
- My name is Jordin and I'm not like most. I write because I want to write. I'm not a poet or a novelist. I tend to either write about experiences I've had, or mostly conceptual things. Death and love are two of my favorite concepts to illustrate. I appreciate criticism, and I love to hear people's opinions. So please, feel free to share whatever is on your heart or mind when you read my work. :]
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