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Unfathomable Family

My Worse Thoughts

By YonathanJPublished 4 years ago Updated 12 months ago 1 min read

Sitting at a cold brown dining table

Outside the laughter and ideas, as far

as a fever dream, lost in unwanted discussion

of some crafted truth

Held hostage for the crime of mere existence,

emerging from a sunless birth and

forced love, though the lie that is family.

.

However you feel, she's still your mother

Why can't I choose, then, not to bother?

Love them, for you share the same blood

Undeserved, inconditionnal love? How odd

.

Alone at last in a cathedral I built

Away from their manipulation and guilt

I blossom for no one else

than I

.

I hear their pleas of anger and contempt

through the grey walls;

How dare he do as he pleases

this family is now in pieces

Can he not see,

how selfish he can be?

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About the Creator

YonathanJ

I've been an avid reader for as long as I can remember, and a writer for many many years by now. The act of writing gives meaning to my life, creation as solace. I hope you enjoy my writings.

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