I Am Scared
I am Scared this may be the end…
I try not to think about the sadness the future holds.
To concentrate on anything else is too much.
My mind wonders and panic sets in,
When I hear the news or the phone rings.
Anxiety rushes like fear in my veins.
I am frightened—I have no control.
I am afraid—this may be the end.
A visit from behind bars or a funeral to go.
Death or arrest--it is a matter of time.
I cannot sit still—I have to try—hope is slowly faded.
After a year my son skipped out in the night.
The urge was so strong he gave up the fight.
My son is an addict—I miss him so…
I am his mother and I cry every night…
Copyright © fonda anne….mooreofme....mamao
Copyright © Fonda Anne | Year Posted 2015
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