Disclaimer: I OWN THIS POEM! MUAHAHA WELL I GAVE THE RIGHTS AWAY
Ishbal, a name that leaves a sour taste
I lost them both in that fight
My mother told me without haste
Never to fear losing her brave might
I look to the gray mountain
Shadows looming over graves
I sit here blurry-eyed, a tear fountain
My mother's soft touch I crave
My mother's name echoes in my ears
Sarah, Sarah, my father's lines
That fateful day, my worst fears
Came to pass in harsh vines
The strangling of the coming flood
A storm of sadness
Choking up my pulsing blood
The pain of the passing madness
A pain so numb and far away
A pulsing terror across my heart romps
One I feel every passing day
I try to stop it but it comes
The tears flow out
A sudden burst, out of pace
The mental trickle breaks to shout
As I fall to my face
The grass blades tickle my cheek
I close my eyes
Letting the cold green scent wash over me
I feel the world slipping from me by and by
I've got to be strong
It's what mommy wanted
No matter the pain I am not wrong
Her wish I must turn granted
I wobble up, feeling this is fate
Look at the snow-tipped peaks
I make no mistake
It is what she wanted, one tear leaks
I brush it away, moist eyes staring
The green fields around me glistens with morning dew
The sun glaring
My promise to mom is due