Death in Colour

Death Crowning Innocence by George Frederic Watts
I linger in the
pitch black darkness,
a ghost hovering
over the scorched fields.
I can hear my mother’s
loud cries
she’s screaming;
she’s lost her mind.
She lifts her hands
to tug at her hair,
yanks it hard
like someone is clawing
at her conscious
from the inside.
Her cries grow louder still,
I can hear
her maddening wail.
She’s crying as though
somebody has died,
the only difference is
that I am still alive.

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