so tonight my thoughts are of my son.
estranged. poisoned. in pain.
the little boy, now man.
out of touch. out of reach.
it is easy to smile and share joy. it becomes raw when the coin is turned.
but i heard a whisper from the muse.
years of doubt. years of accepting blame. so many nights with this pain.
little boy laughing.
little boy sad.
angry young man. distant.
the muse says they are lies. i am a good man.
tonight her voice falls on deaf ears.
he remains………out of touch. out of reach. distant.