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Your Mum

a belated thank you

By Brenton FPublished 2 months ago 1 min read

Dear John

i’m so sorry

none of us

believed you

not one single word

you said

none of us

could have known of

the dark future

in your head

Dear John

i’m so sorry

i thought you

were crazy

i thought you

were mad

then when i didn’t

see you anymore

you know…

i was kinda glad

Dear John,

i’m so sorry

i thought your mother

was mental

i thought your mother

was insane

all that time

in Pescadero


for the final rain

RIP Sarah Connor

surreal poetrysad poetry

About the Creator

Brenton F

Every letter in every word in every line is a burden I no longer have to bear, how much is not enough, how little is too much?

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  • Dharrsheena Raja Segarran2 months ago

    I was lost without any context of this poem but then I read Andrew's comment and now understand. Such a poignant poem!

  • Harmony Kent2 months ago

    So sad and brilliantly portrayed. Well done, Brenton 💕😊

  • Kristen Balyeat2 months ago

    Yes 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽 Perfect!!!!

  • L.C. Schäfer2 months ago

    One of my all-time favourites, and you did it justice! 😁

  • Alex H Mittelman 2 months ago

    Very sad. Well written and sad!

  • Hannah Moore2 months ago

    I fear this may refer to something I have no knowledge about...but I liked the poem. I liked the confession of being glad not to see him.

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