Struggle;
The relic of their separation
Out of his invisible desperation,
For another
Not my mother
Too soon
She ceased existing
Freely releasing
The mantle of life struggle
We sought to live alone
But her brothers and sisters
Sought to share the belongings
Weaklings we became,
Lame choices;
Clung to our backs
Staged the street kids act
Stealing like thugs
Police jail daily visitors
We had no one to follow
Oh what a dark fate
My sister a legendary whore;
A drunkard and smoker myself;
Fell for drug selling
A free gateway to this caged dark room
sleeping next to murderers, rapist and thieves
Only if he cared, only if he did...
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