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Left Alone

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“Mom! Where are you going, Mom?”
A hush ensued when they lifted her form.
I badgered as they set fire to some logs.
I searched you in a bounty of books and blogs.

Everybody howled hearing your news,
My world was laden with hazy hues.
I couldn’t understand their little game,
I thought they hated the sound of your name.

I was star-crossed.
I was the peeve.
I secured no succour out of benevolence,
Even the trees wouldn’t shed their leaves.

There is no cloud with a silver lining,
No light at the end of the tunnel.
When the light dims to the permanent darkness,
Rage is the only thing you can funnel.

Now, when I think about you,
Laying silently on the sad height.
I every time so accuse you,
To condone the closing good night.

Where were you going, Mom?
Why were you going, Mom?
Mom….?

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