Confessional.

That moment that makes or brakes you, indeed!

How perfectly repulsive the scene of that girl,

Deposited upon fleece now churned in ash black,

Steel ground to a fine point now dangles in skin,

Full of acrimoniousness disease an addiction pack.

Veins tapped out until finally they implode,

To the simple mind of children now mute,

Patters once heard never leaving the ear,

Oh you, how that promise now notes on funeral flute.

Brace yourself my dear man, she belongs to gossip,

A w***e, that b***h, so selfish, they cry in church!

Ah those the ones without sin casting pure gibberish,

Death now hangs in the air come down from your lofty perch.

Mother, I found you in that hovel, the confessional no less,

A needle bright as stars in the heavens allow so mild,

goodbye you divine spirit, I love you more now,

Goodbye again from your footsteps, your only child.

Author's Note

A new look perhaps!

Reviews

[Vikrantsingh]

Good going buddy nice write-up and really shared your feeling you penned it well. Shared the correct meaning of death with feeling. It trapped my soul to know that the child is leaving in grief and pain. Her mother bidding him a last good by with her tears and torn soul which is wearing and expressing her love!

Thank you for sharing

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Thank you.

[Valentine]

If this was an eulogy to a parent who did not live up to that name, kudos. Valentine

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

thank you valentine.

[Lyn Anderson]

Powerful, real, no judgment, only the stark knowledge that things were as they became, and now are as a consequence, no longer. Heartbreaking for anyone to learn this lesson. xo.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Indeed Kl, heartbreaking, thank you.