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.
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 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.
Written by Nayokenza Robyn Oliver of Comatose.
Comatose is a weekly series of amusing anecdotes, insightful commentary, and pithy stories. Every week three contributors are featured in short segments. The segments, though often unrelated, are tied together using music and narration to set the scene. Relax and enjoy the ride while listening to topics as varied as love, birthdays, and reciprocity.
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