Personal Poems

10 Mar, 2026

Idle 03/02/2026

Regress into the basics Of survival

live your life awaiting

The next arrival

Of events

Cassidy was the name chosen

Cassidy was who we mourned

Nothing was known or proven

so they went to God scorned

Oh, but having been suborned

convinced, did I submit to fear

Mother, am I one so horned

Nothing will ever dry my tears

My little ones

So small and so delicate

Mother loves you

Through all of her defects

Provided for and given all domesticated naught

a turmoil exists inside

freedom is the plot

You left me many moons ago Though it was myself who caused you to cease;

I still cannot untangle why

I chose to do this deed to thee.

My love, there is nothing in this world so far

That can help me to forgive, well, me.

For what I did to thee,

For what I did to me.