He’s numb,
Can’t feel your touch
Or your presence,
Like he’s frozen in this icy hell.
The clock ticks away; but it’s like time
freezes, unable to heal
his wounds.

Wandering the filthy streets
Joining others of his kind,
Still searching for a place to call
“home.”
Perhaps he’ll find comfort
in death,
Away from your cold soul.

He misses you, fakes smiles
when really he’s crying
on the inside.
Sleep well.
There will be another day
You’ll see him again.
But how can you face him like this?

You tore him apart
You broke his heart
you sent him to this icy hell,
the very place where you belong, because
You hate him.
You hate
your son.