The wind is
blowing with winter’s air
And the grey
skies cry in despair
For hidden
away in darkness somewhere
Is a little
boy who needs some care
And up above
his head wood creaks
He holds his
breath as she softly speaks
“Please don’t!”
but the breathless heaving seeks
To snuff away
all air it leaks
And when the
mother’s corpse lay still
The man got up
and left his kill
The boys snuck
out upon his will
To witness the
work of the devil
And he
screamed and he wailed
And he wept
and he yelled
But no mercy
brought back her life
No force could
turn back times of strife.
He picked
himself up and wiped his eyes
He walked,
numb, through all the lies
They told, his
mother was a whore,
He a bastard,
son no more,
Yet he saw her
corpse every night
And grew to
despise every woman in sight
His heart
melted at the sight of one,
Who soon
crushed him, denial undone,
How could she
reject him, oh that whore!
She’ll pay the
price, that’s for sure,
He picked up
the acid and knocked on her door
He smiled at
her screams, content at the gore,
That’s when he
heard a whimper from the shelf
Her little
brother wept, now much like himself.
19/12/14
