The Mother

I roam alone, until it begins again

I pace secluded, amongst my barren thoughts

I wander tender empty walls

I feel nothing.

I yearn for it all to become too much

She pulls me away from the light

Into the darkness, I beg for compassion.

I cut my ties, and dissolve these cords

And she weighs me down, malevolent.

I beg for it to stop.

For a break in the chain

I am weary with empathy.

But now I am free.