Mother

The warmt for which i yearn you ration for me like a dog.

Animals have instincs to love and be free yet you broke the order.

Confined in a tight space, made to suffer by praying ignorance upon the world.

The lid once lifted gives, nothing.

You play a fool to the traps your own hands knit and take it out the next of kin.

Im sorry mother. I wasn't able to give you the childhood you deserved.

I guess that made you angry so you stripped me of my own.