Lingering

My thoughts, they linger,

They do not form solid,

They do not conclude,

Indeed! They linger,

My mother’s pain, it lingers,

Never going this way or the other,

Pain, for the death of her mother,

Never gone, it lingers,

If only trust did Linger!

If we were not certain

Of person,

Of their morals,

Of who they are,

Yet why is it that people do not trust?

Yes, ‘tis distrust that now doth linger,

More than two years since all this unravelled,

I travelled to the west,

For the rest,

To be brought to the light,

Yet the right,

Version of that night,

Would plague and ache,

My mother would break,

Down her cries sinking her heart,

As her world was torn apart,

And all I could do,

Was ask, “what was true?”

Asking indeed, yes I will,

Do you really sleep in peace,

So still?

Or do you linger,

Linger as a restless spirit,

Among these ledges,

Or the hedges,

Of lands afar?

My mind ticking,

Plodding,

Tinkering,

And what say you,

Are you lingering?