Pull of Gravity (revised)

[engarde]

I walk
past my mother.
Angry and desolate
she masks her dreams with cheap, tart wine.
Farewell.

Once more
she beckons me.
Connoisseur of wounds,
my own are judged self-inflicted.
Onward.  

En garde
Thrust and parry!
My true fencing teacher,
her words slice me like a foil.
touché!

Again
she draws me back.
A hug earns forgiveness.   
There's no escape from gravity, 
is there?  

[TheEnigmaOfLife]

MmmHmm there does not seem to be any escape from gravity does there? I do suppose thought it all just depends upon the gravity's force and ability of strength to pull! Nicely Done!

~TheEnigmaOfLife aka Nikki~

[engarde]

Thanks, my objective was to write each cinquain able to stand on its own but I think the last two are weak.