Flesh and blood are we?~~
Your words can wound me just as easily
as one would fall on a sword..
And swallow my soul, whole and in part..
What more can I ask of you?
..a little love, some comprehension
and some understanding of your son?
I write down many questions,
I suppose I want you, my dear Mother
to answer..but, I know, you never will..
Do you see the clown that you've made of me?
Your remarks are dismissive and argumentative..
Yes, it's true, that I've never tried to attain
the perfection you'd have me to..
For reasons why, I can't explain to you..
I hate you..
For the love you can't give..for the unkind words..
For the shallow shell that you live in
and for the Hell you've put me through..
Write me off like you always do..
F@#k you, it's a word I don't often use..
A little word that rings true..
You'll never know me and I'll never know you..
The only thing we have in common is,
that someday we're both going to die..~~the end
by Rick Weber
June 6, 2014
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