In a state of grief
my depression accumulates
the emptiness inside
A pang of sadness
Almost unbearable
For a mother to endure
the years that passed
Your childhood was happy
The moment
they placed you into my arms
you slipped into my hearts...
You grew before my eyes..
weren't those days meaningful at all?
My beautiful son..
I mourn over the son I have lost
You did not say goodbye
You did not hug me
or wipe my tears
You were gone...
Lost into your very own world
Your internet world
Your virtual Life
Your childish decision
So you are adult
and I am stranger..