Nobody said it was easy,
by god, they were right.
One cannot imagine: the wispy figure
the deep blue ocean eyes
ungrown hair, dreary smile.
Devoid of spirit.
Abandoned by life.
His soft white skin, slowly drained of moisture
And a frozen grasp on a furry bear;
Tears forming on its glass eyes,
Casting looming shadows of reflection.
His last gaze searched my soul;
I hope he found compassion.
I pray he found his joy.
I wish he didn't have to go.
Here I stand.
Endlessly cursing into the night,
Praying for my child.