The air I breathe.
The apple to my eye.
The blood I bleed.
My laughs and cries.
The muse I need.
My strive for a better life.
The greatest sight I've ever seen.
My reason to do or die.
I just hope that...
It all isn't a dream.

When the bond is broken
and
Relation ends
What hurts the most isn't the ending
It's when we become strangers to the very person
We once though we couldn't live without...

Here, Son,
It'll keep it safe for a rainy one.
Like the day when I am dead and done
Or
A day when you can't find none.
I know you need something for your stash
But,
These are times that you don't have much cash.
Forget about the money
To pay for what I lack.
I'm your Mother.
I love you
and
Will always have your back.

Alone with thoughts
and
Now, they are too few...

Can't enjoy the flight of the eagle
Until
You feel the crawl of the worm.

Like a hand full of sand
I once had a grip
and
It all slowly slipped through my fingers
Grain after grain
With every attempt to regain my grip
I dig deeper and deeper
and
Sink lower and lower
My hands
*****
Tired
and
Still remain empty.