Gord

2026-09-30 05:17 am

William fell as his mother wished,
No more hugs, from brother Bill,
No more love, under auburn hair.

Will she find him in drug addiction?
She hopes, She will,
Upper lip quivers, then under it.

Being alone, being different,
Feelings like triumph, glory,
Joy, will turn to sadness,
Succumb to wickedness,
Never to be reclaimed.

Just like her boy is never coming home again.