Venomous Daggers
Christmas 2013
Why did you leave without telling me?
You know how much I miss my son when he is gone.
You know how much I hate being ignored.
You know how important I think Christmas is.
So why?
Why? Why? Why?
You’re so mean sometimes that it’s hard to comprehend
What happened to the girl that I met?
Hardened by the souls that surround you–
you stick me with daggers
and sleep like a baby.
Not caring that’s He’s my son
It’s not maybe.
You need the light–
right now, it’s no where in sight.
