My children, I have failed you.
My lover, I have failed as well.
Myself, I have lost somewhere,
Between my dreams and my existence.
Maybe I left them all in the same spot,
I am to jumbled to remember
These little eyes look toward me
Starving, and yet I turn away
A little time, and their hunger
Would cease, but yet I can not give
And my thoughts collide with emotions,
Screaming in anger, “how could you?”
Good mother, I am not
Good lover, I am not
Good person, I am not
I wouldn’t want to be with me
If I had the option to leave
And he will, too, because I am a waste
But I can not blame him,
For I left the building first,
Elvis, wait up!
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