If I had one more chance to say I'm sorry,
One more chance to hear your voice...
Dear mum,
Please don't feel like you are losing a daughter...
My mother must wear the deaths of her children
Like cold hard stones around her neck...
28th November, 2012.
A whirlwind appears heralding an array of havoc...
You'll find me here in restraints,
just as I ought to be...
Please note that this poem is being re posted from...
Hear in my head the screaming...
On my knees, praying to God,
begging, cajoling, making a deal...
A closed four walled space
Where no one can see...
I'll never let you leave alone,
I'll stay here, so rest your head...
I Love You...
Haiku #3
Chasing paper planes...
The post came that morning;
my mom sat at the kitchen table...