Loveless and a Loss of Time

I had to see a hole 

In my mothers head

And no, she wasn’t sat comfortable in bed

She was in a bathtub because that’s classic mom,

She was worried about the mess,

 

I saw inside where the brains should be

Where she would think about doing what she did

But it’s also where she thought about me too

I saw all the way through, the first thought

And the last 

 

I could see way far back

Where she first thought about having me

While taking care of my brother 

About vacations we took in the winter

And cookouts we had in the summer

 

In that hole is where she would think of what advice to give me

Or about how to avoid sadness and loss

But while taking me to school she would cry

And that’s all she would do for a while,

Cry

 

She cried about Dad 

About love and the love she lacks

Through the years that’s the way it sat,

Loveless and a loss of time

Time I could have used 

And the time we missed out on

 

If her sadness was a dog it would have bit her, 

Didn’t matter though

She walked that dog all the way to the end 

And it never missed a meal 

Fed well but it didn’t treat her well

 

She fed it with pain, pills, and pictures

Photo albums stale with sunshine

She let that dog sit in the dark and wonder 

Why no one loved her

And it was self fullfilled

Snapping at her hands

Keeping us all at bay

 

To put it short,

I saw a hole in my mom’s head 

while she laid on a metal table,

This isn’t romantic 

It’s a warning on the side of the package 

Skull and cross bones on the label

Another number on a stat sheet

Stagnant 

A dog that still howls hungry

In the dark places 

Waiting

Author's Notes/Comments: 

When I was in my early 20's my mother killed herself, and I don't talk about it too much because I can't quite find the right way to talk about it without being a little mad. Mad that she gave up, mad that she left my brother and I, mad that the moment of suffering and weakness could also be present in me or possibly my kid.

 

I did want to see her one last time and I probably shouldn't have, no one should have to see their mother that way but I couldn't stand the thought of never seeing her again. Seeing her laying there reminded me that there are invisible wars, demons we fight in the dark, bad dogs we feed. I wrote this as a way of telling myself more than anyone that one thought can lead to change, and sometimes it's not for the better. Do not let your thoughts win. People love you, they will miss you.

 

Reach out for help, stop isolating, stop self medicating. 

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