She used to call me mom
no longer does she call.
I loved her as my own
no longer does she want.
The love I so loving gave
discarded and tossed away.
My heart breaking into tiny pieces
blowing away in the wind,
like ashes floating aimlessly
from a roaring fire furiously out of control.
My mind so lost in the maze of words
processed from her confusion of reality.
Pain roaming, stabbing all who is involved.
No one untouched by by its passing blade.
Blood dripping slowly,
leaving a small stream
following the shadows of broken hearts.
Where will this end?
When will this end?
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Submission Name: Painful Confusion
