Sometimes
Sometimes, Mother forgets I’m someone who needs a slow morning.
Sometimes, her words begin to nag as soon as the day breaks.
A slow morning sets the rhythm for the whole day, I believe. But,
Sometimes, her voice fills the house with the weight of her frustrations,
And my mind screams, "SHUT UP! Just shut up!"
It knows what it can think under the grip of emotions, but
Sometimes it slips, losing control, carried by the storm.
It thinks the thoughts I despise, it shouts the words I regret.
Logic crumbles, reason fades, and it falls—down, deep.
These are the days when I can count,
On my fingers, how many words left my lips.
Conflict overwhelms my mind, and my soul recoils from it.
All I can do is keep quiet, and let the tears silently fall.
A.V
Sometimes, her words begin to nag as soon as the day breaks.
A slow morning sets the rhythm for the whole day, I believe. But,
Sometimes, her voice fills the house with the weight of her frustrations,
And my mind screams, "SHUT UP! Just shut up!"
It knows what it can think under the grip of emotions, but
Sometimes it slips, losing control, carried by the storm.
It thinks the thoughts I despise, it shouts the words I regret.
Logic crumbles, reason fades, and it falls—down, deep.
These are the days when I can count,
On my fingers, how many words left my lips.
Conflict overwhelms my mind, and my soul recoils from it.
All I can do is keep quiet, and let the tears silently fall.
A.V
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