Through The Eyes Of My Mother Poem by Diego Adrian Manriquez

The first day he started crying,
Running away from all his problems,
With no where to go,
He came to me empty,
I had told him that I prayed for him every night,
He told me I was wasting my time,
Screaming at the top of his lungs,
I thought this could have possibly saved him,
He slapped the rosary out of my brittle fingers,
I fell to the floor,
It was too difficult for me to realize that my son,
The one who I raised with nothing but heart and joy,
Was becoming a cold and dark monster,
He spent about 14 months in the most darkest part of his mind,
With each passing day,
I'd start to worry if he'd had lost his mind,
I tried to help,
But his anger rose with every word that came out of my mouth,
I soon had enough,
He was in a dark place,
I did my best to take him in and make him feel better,
But nothing worked,
He was too young, and ignorant for even himself to understand,
So I left him behind,
I moved on to other things,
And now that we're apart I can still hear him crying,
And I still pray for him,
But I feel like I'm about to give up as well.