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( written in prison after my moms came to see me)
we sat staring silently at one another
without saying a word
our eyes transfixed
into imaginitive thoughts
a vigil of the souls betwixt
mother and son
if ever a painful moment in my life
it is now
to see my mother sitting there
all cried out knowing
i'm the center of her pain
those eyes those beautiful brown eyes
staring intently into my soul
as if searching for the unknown
the source of my
proclivities
for i am
far from that
which she envisioned me to be
and what per-chance i am to never know
but that she loves me still
and i
she
