Becometh

I told mother I don’t love her.
I told her it’s been for a while.
I told her there’s nothing left in me.
I told her why I never shall smile.

Tears in her eyes shined as Medallions
Do when held up to moon-light.
I wish I could say I felt sorry;
Inside there was nothing but night.

Be I b*****d?
A beast?
Villain, Monster, or Man?

There is no turning back now.

All bridges becometh sand.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

The poem tell a sad and true story. Age can twist some of us from the good path. I like the statement.
"Be I b*****d?
A beast?
Villain, Monster, or Man?"
No weakness in the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[afra]

well some times we say something we never mean to say ...i think you have described those feelings in this poem ..... but remember its never to late to say sorry ...well done