Motherhood, Lost

The Godly and the Profane
The Profane…

Motherhood, Lost

She sits
In such a loathsome state;
She spits
On those she procreates.
She dares
To justify her whims;
Despairs,
When plans turn ever grim...

She’s sought
To live a leech’s life;
Distraught
As both a mom and wife.
She  shames
With condescending tones;
She blames
The world while casting stones.

She lives
Within her clouded tomb;
She gives
No caring from her womb.
She cries,
“Not fair!” as shams beset -
Her lies -
They are a vicious threat.

She speaks
With a divided tongue;
She reeks
With nasty things she’s done.
Her days
Consist of pill-caused pain;
Her ways
Have made her quite insane.

Her brood –
They live with ethics, tossed;
Thus, skewed
On life – with morals, lost.
And so
The cycle carries on –
She sows
Her seeds… from dusk to dawn.

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