Author Information
Brady
Sometimes I wonder
Where it went wrong
I'm left alone
with
All this chaos
Inside
that
Spins and howls
Like a wind that
Churns and turns the sea
BLACK
Before a storm
On the night
Of a waning moon
And I scream inside
Silently...
"WHY?"
My dear youngest Son
My moments with
You
ended
too soon.
It still hurts.
