Ravaged by the ravens.
Soul sucked through syringe.
The shadow of a mother cries.
The father is on another binge.
She hold's her boy to her chest.
She tried to protect him from the world's harm.
She realizes at least he doesn't hurt anymore, as she pulls the needle out of his arm.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Too painful...