orphaned
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Matronly, maternal mother you are not.
Nurturing mother of love,
Narcissus dances through your mind.
With every rejecting shove
You cannot comprehend
The breach I feel inside.
as i look upon my heart
i notice all the deviations
some of which were mine to start
others were miscreated
We lost you.
It's simple,
sad,
but true.
Tear drops?
No.
Only dry sobs.
Tear drops cannot express the pain of losing you.
Abandoned.
Alone.
Scared.
