When I was younger,
I knew no name
Calling softly to my mother,
Who was too far gone to even hear me
I reached across
What seemed like the Great Plains
Desperately trying to reach
The woman I hardly knew
Who barely gave me a fleeting thought
Wistfully throwing me aside
In pursuit of more fascinating pleasures

I'd fall to the floor
Weeping for some compassion, some acknowledgment
And my voice rang out
To the skies and the heavens
As the sound of a crashing bottle
Shattered my hopes, my dreams, my livelihood
Resounding loudly and overpowering my silence
As it wrecked everything

A miserable fate
Caused by no turning point other than disaster
Twisting my thoughts and my trials
Into a grotesque version of someone I did not recognize
As I slowly turned to dust
Lifted up by a chilly apathetic breeze
I reached out to pick up the broken pieces
Of not only the shattered bottle, but my childhood
Smashed so shamelessly and unwittingly by my mother
I called out once more, out of habit more than anything
Knowing full well that she would not care to hear me