Glumlock
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A poem dedicated to the woman who brought me up, the one who was the most important person in my life, the one who i loved more than anyone else in the world. The one who died last year, and to this day, still haunts me.
Granny
You do not understand
How it makes me feel.
As I watch you writhing there,
Like an eel attached to a hook.
We’re in agony here,
But you don’t give a fúck.
You’re too doped up on that
shít that they gave you,
To make your last days
All the more easy.
Your face tells me more than
Your tongue could ever.
Never.
Never beat around the bush
that has two in worth more
than the bird in the hand.
Light as a feather.
You told me to wrap up
in the cold weather
Never talk with my
mouth full, or feed the
dog under the table.
When i look at you now
it seems more like a fable
Look at you now, Granny
Suckling on the fuel from that
Beast in the corner.
Its tentacles feeding your veins
With life, as you once did my mother
But that was then.
You’re a shell of what you were.
A container for rotten organs
And bones, so brittle that it
Would take less than mere
Sticks and stones to splinter
God only knows how you survived
The winter.
I was never around when you’d
Disappear. Deny her claims,
We had nothing to fear.
We knew it had stopped
You watched Superman – you knew
The crack. “Granny!
Those things will turn your lungs black!”
I refused to believe that it would
Happen to you. Denial helps.
I’d always prayed that he would
Die first. So did he, in fact.
I even started going to mass.
Again.
But the Lord loves irony more than
Satan.
Perhaps I’ll live longer, and you’ll
Be up there for me, waiting.
Granny
You do not understand
How it makes me feel.
As I watch you writhing there,
Like an eel attached to a hook.
We’re in agony here,
But you don’t give a fúck.
You’re too doped up on that
shít that they gave you,
To make your last days
All the more easy.
Your face tells me more than
Your tongue could ever.
Never.
Never beat around the bush
that has two in worth more
than the bird in the hand.
Light as a feather.
You told me to wrap up
in the cold weather
Never talk with my
mouth full, or feed the
dog under the table.
When i look at you now
it seems more like a fable
Look at you now, Granny
Suckling on the fuel from that
Beast in the corner.
Its tentacles feeding your veins
With life, as you once did my mother
But that was then.
You’re a shell of what you were.
A container for rotten organs
And bones, so brittle that it
Would take less than mere
Sticks and stones to splinter
God only knows how you survived
The winter.
I was never around when you’d
Disappear. Deny her claims,
We had nothing to fear.
We knew it had stopped
You watched Superman – you knew
The crack. “Granny!
Those things will turn your lungs black!”
I refused to believe that it would
Happen to you. Denial helps.
I’d always prayed that he would
Die first. So did he, in fact.
I even started going to mass.
Again.
But the Lord loves irony more than
Satan.
Perhaps I’ll live longer, and you’ll
Be up there for me, waiting.
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i think about my grand parents sometimes , all good memories , they were nice people 