ManicWorld Magazine

A forgotten son till the illness
Would not run
Only the inner demons that hid and buried
The power of my love for him so he could not
see, or feel enough to fully breathe
So that life would be a healing feeling a healing effect

Yes, my son my only son
Though my love
Appeared to flow through him
in him he bled out words that blurred
that were hard to read but were loud
with pain anyone could understand
when words of the isolation that his illness gave echoed

Of his traps that he lived with and in and
that he should not have known so young
He thought he only knew of his pain

Confused by even the name of the condition
If he knew like I knew I wished I could have done him better
But he did not get to live to know that truth
Crying during passing nights
Awakened to his faded face nothing can make it right

For what I did not do in time, will never be alright
I was there to erase a pain that was not giving up

Just taking and taking my son and never giving up
Time was not on our side, yet I still yield to a holy light
I would give up the titles anything to make
it some minutes, some hours, some days
To see the light and life in his eyes again yet nothing has been
Right since he left my arms
the sun has never shined right

On a broken day he was my son
My only son and the marks he gave
I wear brave on my face
Because he was perfect and my son
Not a forgotten one

Not anyone’s son
Not a dangerous son
Or a forgotten son
Not my son he was a loved son
And he was my only son
Not a forgotten son