Reading Douche's journal

This poem was inspired by my mother, I feel like I am telling it from her eyes...

Fixed gaze facing the paralyzed walls,
Lost in patterned paper, a mess with stains.
Ash and hair form a carpet, across my legs,
Like a blanket to keep out wet tears that drop.
Cold, shivering and stubborn I sit here naked.

Heart wrenching feelings and twisted emotions,
Causing a pain that is deep and dull.
Lost totally in depressing clouds, going down,
Like a spiral of problems that are never ending.
Afraid, shaking and sorry I sit here naked.

Bravely moving upwards and battling on,
Strength from the Lord keeps them standing.
I pray, dear Lord watch over them, my children,
Like a mother and father would their new born.
Failing, falling and finished I lie here naked.

I almost had you