You spoke to me with the words of a mother, are you a mother like the mothers in fictional stories seen on screens larger than life itself, like those having children that kept on dreaming, I was once the son of a mother not screamin’, one too scared to love her only son, one that kept asking what was going on, and expecting an answer, I refused to budge, to give an inch of truth of the goings on inside, & fuck. and fuck you, and so life goes on, in silence
About The Author
Hayden Veil
In an earlier incarnation, Hayden Veil enjoyed a successful career in software engineering, writing late-night poetry in pursuit of sanity. On 2 February 2020, the world of Hayden Veil changed: Ghosts became real and with its soul laid bare there was no turning back from the perpetual path of poetry.