I'm starting to feel like
They don't matter.
Parents here and there
Strewn about uselessly.
Because all I really had
Was my mom.
And she's beginning to slip away too.
My words
Seeking support
Are trapped in
Smoked out throat
While she utters
Her own life,
Controlling
Conversation
And the car,
With wheel between her hands.
While she talks and talks about
A life I'm seldom
Interested in.
And yet I lend the support
Anyway,
Because she has dreams now
That need completion.
And there is barely
Any room for mine.
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 1:10 AM UTC
I'm starting to feel like
They don't matter.
Parents here and there
Strewn about uselessly.
Because all I really had
Was my mom.
And she's beginning to slip away too.
My words
Seeking support
Are trapped in
Smoked out throat
While she utters
Her own life,
Controlling
Conversation
And the car,
With wheel between her hands.
While she talks and talks about
A life I'm seldom
Interested in.
And yet I lend the support
Anyway,
Because she has dreams now
That need completion.
And there is barely
Any room for mine.
