​graves
Kyden
Two words is all you said.
Two words,
fired like lead.
Body of bones,
broken man.
Scattered thoughts,
shaking hands.

Son of mine,
purpose of life, shine bright.
Son of mine,
in you I confide, breathe light.

Nine months of torment,
aches and the pain.
You ran through my life like a steam train.
All the torture,
feeling ashamed,
sleepless nights where your voice ran through my brain.