I Inhale - Poem #1

When I dream it's like dusty desert mountain trails.

When I fall it's like a million droplets I inhale.

And choke.

And choke.

If there was an escape, I am beyond hope now.

I have seen things I will never know,

and felt thing from decayed perspectives.

Maybe I am the one in the ground?

Did my Mother write?

Were her poems sound?

Did she think of me?

Did I ever make her proud?

Would she care to know what's become fo me now?

Or would she partake in my misery?

I crave her solace regardless,

the warm embrace of my bearer,

the scent of her as she pulls me closer,

the comfort of her nurturing voice.

But she was never real.

This version never existed.

In trying times I wonder where she has gone.

And now, in a moment of joy,

I feel an even deeper pain at her absence.

Her chosen absence.

Her lack of guidance.

My lack.

If my mother never existed, how am I here?

I drown on my own nonsense.

What great unrest is bestowed upon those who,

received life in wanting veins;

from gods who saw no value in their creations.

Now I walk these dusty desert mountain trails.

As I walk I weep and choke on tears I inhale.

-Written by S.G.

I Inhale is a poem written in the dusty expanse that is Elko, Nevada. It delves into the grief and sadness from an absent mother. All writings, musings and stories are original content by S.G. No use of AI ever for any reason.