Mausoleums Of Old!! ****

Mausoleums Of Old

By Connie James.

In the mausoleums, of times past
I walk through...
Where they've planted their, dead,
It's true.
Stretching before me,
I see desolation.
Does anyone, hear can anyone see
Visualising before me abandoned do I see
The spirit of others pointing, at me
Accuse, me not for, I can't see
Those in times, forgotten
Don't accuse me...
Now, in death, I want not to see
You, pointing your finger at me!
I was there!
I was there, me only me!
Looking out for you,
Waiting for you to come through
I was there, championing you!
Encouraging you to breathe, through
You're breathing fast,
Much too fast, take it easy
Breath slowly Maman,
Doucement, Maman!!
But you took no, heed
I knew not you, were departing, from me.
That last drink I gave you
You were gasping, Maman!...
Just to wet your, lips your throat
But the wrong, person that was me
I could, comfort not thee
Had the words not fluently!
I was looking at you
As you slipped through my fingers
Taking your face between my hands, thus
Leaving, me alone, stupified too.
I knew not, you wouldn't come, back to me
As you uttered Jesus O' my God
Leaving me!
Leaving me! with tears spilling, agonisingly
From the very depths of me!
Why pick on me, Maman
Why choose me?...
I wasn't, the best person to be there, you see
You've forsaken me, Maman!!
You've abandoned me: