Obtuse Mother

You feign contrition~
No body for resolve~
Absolute your dying eyes~
Cocoon in silken wrappings~
The inner being consoles~
Obtuse mother~
With her little stranger~
Those counterfeit tears~
Bellows no more~
Lack of compunction~
Halo of strife~
I didn’t ask~
To be born~
But I was begat~
To this life~

Copyright © ANDREA TRAVIS

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