Effect And Cause

Some just cannot handle the reaping the've sowed.

 

Unbelievable!

You laying there, fate beckons

Machines beep....beep....beep

My presence, now felt by you

Your eyes open up

Pans left, pans right, you find me

You attempt to smile

Must be uncomfortable

With tubes and whatnot

Old bed pans, scores of bed sores

Iv's and saline

You're far too drugged to feel pain

Shhh. Don't try to talk

For I have plenty to say

My darling mother

I have loved you for so long

Your flesh always warm

Your heart forever frozen

Or blind to pure truth

Ignorance your bedfellow

I came to you mom

Upfront, real, raw, and honest

I came to you mom

You chose that b*****d not me

Each time I came forth

While drunk he'd try and take me

Never Suceeded

He wanted me to taste him

Never Suceeded

For my troubles you slap me

That made me feel loved

Then you sat that I'm jealous

'Cause I love dick right?

Are you f*****g kidding me?

What? no smile no more?

Then you'll get a kick from this

See as you lay there

Your body betraying you

You desire life

And I am your salvation

I am told we match

That you will need my kidney

If you are to thrive

Bequeath my healthy kidney?

Renew your life's lease?

Wearing blinders you damned mine

He never took me

He tried but I yielded not

He could not have me

Instead he chose to beat me

You saw my bruises

You heard me struggle with him

bruised flesh, broken ribs

For his troubles you'd f**k him.

So where is this man?

Hmmmm. He's not at your bedside?

I suppose that's best

Because I'd f****n' kill him

He loved to beat boys

But I have grown the f**k up

You made a poor choice

Ignoring your progeny

This was the cause mom

The effect set in motion

By your callousness

You recieve not my kidney

So die like I did

You killed me 12 years ago

Toc-tic, your time's up

Author's Note

Note: This was an expirement for me. Purely fictional. My second poem. I knew what I wanted to write. However I could not decide on how to write it. (if that makes sense) I wanted to do a poem but I had the words already in my head mostly and did not want it to rhyme. I could have written a short story. But I didn't want that style either. I opted for a Haiku fo sorts. However I decided to fudge around and make it a maarathon Haiku so it's 5-7-5-7-5 and so forth. I dont do Haiku really so I hope it's ok. It's definately diffrent but I think that's a good thing. Well I simply ask you to read with an open mind. Be well.

Reviews

[closed account]

Damn, omgoodness Douglas this was awesome, so sad and I am so glad that it's fiction, as I wipe the sweat off my forehead..lol, I was glued... great work..

[Andrea A. Wentz]

I'm so glad this piece is fictional. Really had my heart breaking there for a bit.

You did an excellent job portraying what an angered son might feel in that situation. You had me believing this was all from your real life. Good piece of work for sure! :D

[Rambling Prose]

Firstly: I want to convey my relief in the small comfort that this is a fictional piece. My heart sank further & further into despair with each line weighing heavily on my shoulders. WHEW!

Having said that: You nailed the effect! There is absolutely, no escaping the laws governing cause & effect. What we sow, we shall surely reap. For every action & every word spoken there is a consequence whether good for good or evil for evil. The progression is steadfast & flows without effort.

If we all learned this undeniable truth at a tender age, the world wouldn't be in its present state of chaos.

Excellent...

[Alicia Isabella Lane]

This is so powerful it left me breathless by the impact of your words in intense emotion of it all. Wow I still have chills from this. Raw, honest, and profound. I love this!!!! Excellent work!!!