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Unfathomable Family

My worse thoughts

By YonathanJPublished 2 years ago Updated 3 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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YonathanJ

I've been an avid reader for as long as I remember, and a writer since childhood. Crafting stories fascinate me. I write to share my outlook on life, that is often taken too seriously. Hope you enjoy my writings

www.youtube.com/@YonathanJ

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