Question

I wrote this poem today about my mom lowkey hating her rn

In shadows cast by words unkind,
A wound unseen, a heart confined,
A mother's tongue, a bitter sting,
In echoes loud, a painful ring.

She spoke a word, so sharp, so cold,
A dagger thrust, a story told,
In those few syllables, a breach,
Of trust, of love, beyond our reach.

For in a word, a world can break,
A bond once strong, now seems to quake,
All my tears are a silent plea,
For words of love, of empathy.

Answer 1

This is a great poem!