Oh my mama


Oh my mama, why did you have to go
My desolate heart and I are now as one
And in the silence of my night my tears do endless flow
What good the thorn now the rose has gone

I die each night to rise anew my heart as cold as ice
I weep the anguished tears of forlorn son
My world and all within has now flown to paradise
No more to share with me a setting sun

I am the captive slave of so many memories
Drowning in the sea of my own shame
Standing at the wretched gate of my sad destiny
My torch a dying ember doused with pain

Oh my mama shall I ever cease to cry
A torture such as this I've never known
Please forgive this son who never got to say goodbye
And hold you close before your soul had flown.
Brendan.




Poetry by Brendan Finbarr Tully
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Written on 2006-01-30 at 13:55

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boy
Mama's love and passion cannot be described any deeper.It is a very sad situation that you have depicted.i feel it.
2006-02-06


Wretling
A very beutiful poem about love, about the needles to closest i think. I have to tell its a very beutiful text.
2006-01-30