Harsh Reality, By Brian37
Right now
As you read this
The sounds of my neighbors
States the reality
Pound pound pound
Thump thump thump
As they reconstruct
The facade of their house
Somewhere else
On the other side
Of our pale blue dot
Others do the same
The bustle continues
Everywhere else
While empty and hollow
I don't have my mom
These prose my attempt
To keep her alive
This harsh reality
I write to survive
The impersonal history
Of the universe's reality
Doesn't give one damn
About any human
But I do
Give a damn
About my mother
A wonderful human
The master reaper
Took her from me
But that evil bastard
Won't take my memories
The thump of the hammers
Of my neighbors
Life goes on
Is doing me no favors
No the world wont stop
It didn't care
4 billion years ago
When none of us were here
That master reaper
Took her from me
But that evil bastard
Can't have my memories
Mom lives on
Not just in me
But to all she knew
Friends and her students
In her friend Joan
In her friend Bea
In her friend Robin
Paula, Judy and Mary
In all the kids
In her 30 years
Public school teacher
Education she holds dear
Still raw right now
In complete denial
You're still alive mom
I still am taking to you
But that damned thumping
No it isn't their fault
I do understand
That life goes on
I hate that reminder
It just doesn't seem right
Only days after
To hear the sounds of life
Fuck you reality
My my mom is still here
That harsh reality
Now only in here
In these prose
It's all I have
While my neighbors
Rebuild their house
Thump tap thump
The hammers go on
An occasional buzz
A saw cuts into wood
Stop reminding me
Yes yes yes
I know I know
DAMN IT I KNOW
DAMN IT I KNOW
Fuck the reaper
Fuck those hammers
I WONT LET GO!
You are alive mom
You are live in these words
Nothing the hammers or reaper
Can take or refuse
Right now
As you read this
The sounds of my neighbors
States the reality
Pound pound pound
Thump thump thump
As they reconstruct
The facade of their house
Somewhere else
On the other side
Of our pale blue dot
Others do the same
The bustle continues
Everywhere else
While empty and hollow
I don't have my mom
These prose my attempt
To keep her alive
This harsh reality
I write to survive
The impersonal history
Of the universe's reality
Doesn't give one damn
About any human
But I do
Give a damn
About my mother
A wonderful human
The master reaper
Took her from me
But that evil bastard
Won't take my memories
The thump of the hammers
Of my neighbors
Life goes on
Is doing me no favors
No the world wont stop
It didn't care
4 billion years ago
When none of us were here
That master reaper
Took her from me
But that evil bastard
Can't have my memories
Mom lives on
Not just in me
But to all she knew
Friends and her students
In her friend Joan
In her friend Bea
In her friend Robin
Paula, Judy and Mary
In all the kids
In her 30 years
Public school teacher
Education she holds dear
Still raw right now
In complete denial
You're still alive mom
I still am taking to you
But that damned thumping
No it isn't their fault
I do understand
That life goes on
I hate that reminder
It just doesn't seem right
Only days after
To hear the sounds of life
Fuck you reality
My my mom is still here
That harsh reality
Now only in here
In these prose
It's all I have
While my neighbors
Rebuild their house
Thump tap thump
The hammers go on
An occasional buzz
A saw cuts into wood
Stop reminding me
Yes yes yes
I know I know
DAMN IT I KNOW
DAMN IT I KNOW
Fuck the reaper
Fuck those hammers
I WONT LET GO!
You are alive mom
You are live in these words
Nothing the hammers or reaper
Can take or refuse