Villanelle


My momma she was hurting but I had to be brave
How can I be the grown up when it’s the other way around
She did so much for me and I guess it’s my turn to be the slave

I really wish she showed me some love the love I crave
It’s like living in a world that went down to the ground
My momma she was hurting but I had to be brave

It feels like I’m living in a cave
My face is a permanent frown
My momma she was hurting but I had to be brave

Saying goodbye came too soon and it felt like all she did was wave
My memories I had were gone and I no longer made a sound
My momma is hurting but I had to be brave

The lady I loved she wasn’t there no more I guess she was someone I couldn’t save
My pain I kept inside and tonight my world came crashing down
She did so much for me and I guess it’s my turn to be the slave

My heart aches stripped down like a close shave
I cried my heart to sleep and I know eventually my sorrows would drown
My momma she was hurting but I had to be brave
She did so much for me I guess it’s my turn to be the slave.

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This poem is not true my mother is still very well alive I am writing for a class and i am trying something different