Summer clouds, and shining sun,
Walking through the park.
I see myself in my son,
His shining eyes growing dark.
I ask, What's wrong hun?
He looks up, I know what wrong instantly.
He says “I'm done.”
“I'm having to fight, constantly.”
Its not fair for him to go through this
I know that I cant stop it
I'm sorry miss
Seems I cant Handle this little bit.
Your boy is gone
There is no turning back for him.
In a safer place by dawn.
He wont have to play victim.
I say to myself.
I let go of him, knowing there is no turning back now.
I realize I have been all by my own self.
“Hes in a better place ya know.”
I say goodbye hun.
Summer clouds, and shining sun.
Summer clouds. BY : me