Baptism of tears

[Keith]

When the floods finally came
you were down in Dallas,
washing cars by day and floors by night .
They found you drinking whirlpools
amongst the sidewalks and cigarettes,
bare knuckles bleeding in the rain.

You had your followers,
institute inmates that shook their heads
and chewed their hands,
pills that held the banks from bursting.
Slowly you began to surface,
regression split the shell and gave you a name.

He took you when you were five;
I sat on your bed, watched from your window,
for twenty years I saw you playing in the yard,
heard your voice in every playground,
prayers whispered onto candle light,
washed your bedding every night.

The buzzer sounds as the door lock clicks,
the room smells of urine and bleach.
The warder points towards the window,
I sit between you and the misty garden view.
You fight to stall emotion but cry out “Mother”
and I am reborn.

[devious83]

Wow, that was beautiful. Thank you for sharing it.

[TripleP]

The final stanza, of course, pulls the tragedy together. The second stanza pulled at my heart the most, but the entire poem is strong and powerful. Incredible imagery.

[Keith]

Wow, that was beautiful. Thank you for sharing it.

Many thanks devious83 really appreciate your comments.

[Keith]

The final stanza, of course, pulls the tragedy together. The second stanza pulled at my heart the most, but the entire poem is strong and powerful. Incredible imagery.

Hi TripleP thank you for your considered comments. Best Keith

[Pseudo]

The depth of emotion you've managed to convey is remarkable, and the last stanza ties it all together beautifully. Thanks for sharing!

[Keith]

The depth of emotion you've managed to convey is remarkable, and the last stanza ties it all together beautifully. Thanks for sharing!

Many thanks pseudo, really appreciate your comments. Best Keith

[rupertpupkin]

Super poem. Gritty but beautiful. Great writing. Well done on the spotlight