Comfortless Years

It sounds like my mother
Is saying goodbye
Maybe to manipulate,
In order to try
To pull me across states
In more ways than one
Or maybe she knows
Her methods are done
They no longer pay
Like they used to do
But now she’s alone,
Now she’s burned through
Her natural resources.

My heart is pierced for her.
I can’t bear how this may end
But I have no means to help
And she requires it to bend

Until it breaks.