NOT POETRY. JUST A PASSING REFLELCTION

NOT POETRY                                                                                                             JUST                                                                                          A PASSING REEFLECTION I wish I could hear your voice againFeel your smile.At least for a while.I wish I had known the songs to singTo make it easier for you.I tried to keep the “Beast” awayButThere was little I could doMonsters always win the dayIt seems.Safe only in our dreams.Godless irony.I saw the knowing beyond the madnessIn your eyesI tried to soothe  your fears  with lies.You knew.Now it is my beginning and my end.The Beast has  taken hold of me.Strange answer to this our mystery. You see, mamma,I am of the three closest to you geneticallyAnd so, after all this time
You quietly live in me.
Your destiny has become mine.