my boy, poem

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.


Alone.


Endlessly cursing into the night,
Praying for my child.
My boy.