Cries

I sew my broken cries on you Mother:
Crumbling below your feet of laughter and
Smiles; your mistake reaches these eyes
 
   Realize my cries Mother: the weight
Of your anger crashes against me; our
Closet doors of cracked smiles controls me
 
And we fall apart piece by piece
Footsteps creeping by the door
   Hear these tears Mother: they shower
Me with your kisses of empty affection
 
   Hear my wails mother: you keep
Me sore from your darken tongues
Of harsh nights; hidden from old
Ears and eyes outside our door
 
   Where are your cries Mother
 

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