Oh, Mother.

Mother seen as a guiding light.
A forefront to the battle that's considered my mind.
A lighthouse in between deaths grip and the vines.
A fleeting location that tangles the two divines.
A feeling that takes me to the other side
As a thought that portrays my guts that feel like slime.
The insides of me that come from the outside.

If you were the light, then why are you not seen.
You're shining not bright but as dim as a string.
I want to see you, but you don't want to be seen.
Quiet down now or you'll break free from the fling.
Last time you felt like my mom was last last last spring.
Don't tell them what goes on don't tell them anything.
Because if only they knew they would want you to flee.

Further and further, I float into the sea.
Your lights were supposed to be warm and comfort me.
But your lights have grown small they're no longer seen.
I'm hungry, I'm worn and I'm aching from being.

You want me to float closer to you.
But when I do it's as if time slows and you go too
Further and further, you start to hate.
If only you fed me, I'm hungry it's getting late.
I wanted to help you out, but you only wanted to negate.
My accomplishments- be proud but tell me it's been too many days.
Try and come see me then send me off with a wave.
The mother I once knew has fallen down to her grave.
So, I guess I'll start fresh and find a way to stay.
In this world that you didn't want me in anyways.
So, I start on this journey this finding of something that won't lead me astray.