DECEPTIVE BOSOM OF LIFE

This poem is a metaphor. Crying tires, shattered glass, it all happened, so very fast. His life it flashed, before his eyes, a life swaddled in set ups, and lies. No direction, for the good, he wanted a life, that was nurturing and true. The boys confused mind, was searching for love, It was something he, would never find. She always loved him, so he was told, but he got left behind, kicked to the road. His family to him, was his blood brother's, they nurtured him, like no others. His voice screamed out, God heard his pain, in that moment, he called on his name. Now he sleeps, bent on their whispers, that God is good, and that true love delivers. After it's all over, and after it's done, how she then claims, the prodigal son! I'll run to you, when I see you again, and tell you that I love you, like I did back then. I'll never forget, that cold winter's day, you told me you wished, with me you could stay.