Unruly: Unloved: Un-nurtured

Forgotten children, begotten of neglect,

Mothered by ambivalence -

Of who’s society’s afraid.

Do unto others…

Unto others…

Unto others, until we’re undone.

But which others, what mothers?

-          What goes around will still come.

A product of your surroundings,

Of everything you see.

You don’t know of fair, or faith,

Or unconditional care;

Kindness is a stranger you avoid in the street.

Fated to a role: they act, therefore you are.

Pushed into corners, lost time in mauve embraces,

Your only choice arrives: To fight or make flight…

But neither comes to soothe loneliness’ bite.

Forgotten children, begotten of neglect,

Mothered by ambivalence -

Of whom I’m not afraid.