The Response

Image by John Bauer.

I asked mother if she could spare a moment 
To talk about the good and the bad 
The ugly and the truth.

She responded with not right now, 
That was ages ago.

Flowers bloomed 
And ashes blew in the wind 
Lifetimes passed lovers by

And tears fell from their eyes 
Time is only a disguise 
For the lies

That the universe feeds us 
In a vain attempt to make us retain hope

Hope that one day 
We’ll hear our names as we shout into the void 
Spilling our secrets into the mist

Mother tells me there has to be more to existence to this

But I don’t know

I mean

I can’t understand the words that are said back to me 
I don’t know what to make out of the answers that I receive

But they aren’t for not 
At least I got what I always longed for 
Some type of response.

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Written by Nayokenza Robyn Oliver of Comatose.

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