DECEPTIVE BOSOM OF LIFE

This poem is a metaphor. The crying tires, the shattered glass, it all happened, so very fast. His life it flashed, before his eyes, his life always swaddled, in set ups and lies. No direction, for the good, he just wanted a life, that was nurturing and true. The boys confused mind, was searching for love, It was something he, would never find. She always loved him, so she claimed, everyone else, was always blamed. His friends became, his blood brother's, they nurtured him, like no others. His voice screamed out, Jehovah heard his pain, in that moment, he called on God's name. Now he sleeps, bent on their whispers, that God is good, and that true love delivers. After it's over, and after it's done, how she then claims, her mourning son! I'll run to you, when I see you again, and tell you that I love you, like I did back then. I'll never forget, that cold winter's day, you told me you wished, with me you could stay. Your spirit remains, I've seen you visit, I answered the door, and blew you kisses.