journey befor the silence

a boy faces a loss of his mother in his childhood and gets abandoned and lives a ha harsh life searching for the love but his fear and traumas ends him alone

I rose up with the sun, 

With a cry that lit the face,

 Looking down at the sky.

 What a beautiful morning,

 What a soft bed,

 What a warm cuddle, 

By the warmest hands of a mother.

 Hey Mumma, why's your hand cold? 

Hey Mumma, why don’t you speak? 

Hey Mumma, why is the bed hard? 

Did you leave me alone? 

 I learned to walk alone, 

From the abyss to heaven. 

Each step imprinted

 With crimson red blood. 

 Hey Mumma, crying in the corner, 

My little foot got hurt.

The sun beat down on my head,

 Draining away my sweat.

On my way, I met a pretty angel

My angel, my beloved. 

What is this warmth again?

I’ve felt this before. 

I wanted to hold your hand,

I’m really sorry, but

The cold abyss pulled me out. 

Scared of losing, fear gripped me  up. 

It’s already evening. 

The sky is red.

What a beautiful sunset,

A beautiful view for the eye. 

Holding back tears,

My cheeks went dry.

Finally, the cold night is here,

Makes my eyes blurry. 

Hey Mumma, the world is cruel.

Hey, my pretty angel, I miss you.

I’m feeling cold

My tears are frozen.

It’s freezing me out.

Every breath I take

Feels like a blizzard wind 

Cutting through my neck. 

Help me, God, I’m losing breath. 

Even the night feels sorry

 Pities on me,

Takes a long way out.

The moon shines,

Says sorry, crying out loud.

Hey, my pretty little angel, 

Can you hold me tight? 

Wishing for another morning with my my beloved together

I hear a voice calling me,

“Hey, my boy, come to me. 

It’s me, your mum.

” Hey Mumma, are you taking me away?

I haven’t lived my life enough.

Hey, my pretty angel, 

Can you hold me tight?

it's not the time yet

I see the cold bed

beneath the earth

where my mom slept 

The night is shiny.

With you together, I want to see the sky. 

But the voice is calling me,

And my eyes are getting dark

 My breath is leaving me. 

I feel my hands getting cold. 

I just see you, my pretty angel

Can you hold me tight?

Author's Note

this is a poem which is out of experience more than imaginary

Reviews

[ETERNITY]

I saw this as I was signing out and decided to stop to read it.
What a lovely but sad piece.
So many questions but I won't ask.
Some sadness is personal.
Thank you for exposing the beauty in grief.