The Unloved Twins
In a quiet room the twins were born
a mother’s hands that fed and cared
but cold between her silent eyes
no warmth to hold them when they cried
She kept them safe but never close
her heart a room shut tight and bare
two fragile lives beneath her watch
but love was something not to share
They learned to live without her touch
to grow in shadows of her gaze
her presence like a distant ghost
that never softened or would stay
In a quiet room the twins remain
with care but never feeling loved
two souls that waited, still and quiet
for something more they never found
just an angry mother never proud.
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Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (3)
How sad for who could not love two little babies and not hug them a lot.
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💔 This poem quietly shatters the heart. The emotional absence of a mother — even when physically present — leaves wounds that words can barely heal. The image of the twins growing up in silence, cared for but untouched by love, is haunting. So many live with this invisible grief — the kind that never had a name, just a lifelong ache. 🕯️ Powerful and painfully beautiful writing.