Haunted Eyes
In the Crypt of Despair

In the dark grave shadows called home
A tortured man carries his burden
A heart so heavy, a mind astray,
As he tends to his mother, night and day.
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Looking deep into her haunted eyes
He witnesses his mother's decline
Her cries for help are a piercing sound
Into a loneliness in which he is bound.
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The day is now forever night,
The calling of death puts up a fight.
Somewhere she's lost in a soul full of turmoil
He's losing his grip in his mother's uncoil
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In the silence of their dim-lit room
Echoes of laughter are now covered in gloom
He is a prisoner in this ceaseless chore
A son's devotion to his mother evermore
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The world outside revolves uncaring
He's trapped in a nightmare endlessly staring
Each day a terror a descent into madness
As he tends to her needs in a reality of sadness.
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He whispers to her though she cannot hear
His true words of love said with a tear
He longs for a break for a moment of rest
But his life is entwined in this endless caress
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In the bed of despair he finds strength once again
For love knows no bounds it's endearingly constant
Though his path is weary and his heart a heavy stone
He'll care for his mother until the day she's called home
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With Love, RHC
About the Creator
Rick Henry Christopher
Writing fulfills my need for intellectual stimulus, emotional release, and soothing the bruises of the day.
I’m an open book. I’m not afraid to show my face or speak my mind
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