Mother (Poem - complete)

echoes heard in halls long dead,
and footsteps pass through pages read
with grief.
a toast to my mind long since lost
paid with life, the highest cost.

I revel deeply in my pain,
drink it up like so much rain
in sadness.
she said to me, worry not you hear?
but she never saw my fears.

I hate her so but will not curse
her name, save of course in verse,
as here.
her undeveloped mind... my anger brews,
and I cannot stand these awful hues.

will she never understand
what it means to wave a hand
in my direction?
still thinks she's young and full of fun.
no, she makes me want to run.

she's dead.

Dying Song (Lyrics - complete)

I'm gonna walk all day long
and sing my awful Dying Song
throw all these photos at the river
throw a stick and get a sliver
call it love and walk away.