where, oh where, has my little boy gone?
oh where, oh where, can he be?
just yesterday i held him in my arms
today he left without a goodbye
with his car and his job
and at 18 years old
he doesnt need my permission
or anything i offer
i pray he is safe
and that he will call home
when he begins to tire
of roaming
but for now
i wonder when i'll see him
or if anything will ever be the same
again
I'm tired today
more so than normal
a week of tearing apart lives
in the guise of saving others
a week of being on the outside
looking in
My old world
crumbled down today
old friends faded away
a few new enemies took
their places
one act of kindness shown
the rest feigned smiles
I have another place to go
but i'm too tired to start
it's easier to sit here
and dwell on my options
than to put forth the effort
easier to wait out the night
the full moon
the emptiness that happens
and brings with it another
lonely time
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