MISSING PIECE
- Dark Poets Club
- Oct 6, 2020
- 1 min read
By Joy Clyne

I am haunted by the conversation
Of a sister’s bond
Born before my first breath
The silence that swims in tears
Shock of a mother to her son
A son’s remembrance he was
Victim and predator
My existence disappearing
But at the moment of truth
I find a peaceful place
To ease my pain
The world I created
In my journey to heal
The explosion of lives
Lost by my moving lips
I want to take it back
But my bleeding heart
Cries out for healing
And demands to be heard
As I silence his eyes
That ask “why now”