My boy.

Where are you my boy? The one I looked up to as an innocent angel. I miss you so. Do you spend your nights looking at concrete and bars or are you lying dead without any notice? Your body has become a battered cathedral after a wild storm. So corrupt deep inside and beautiful with a gentle smile. Attempts to protect you were mistrials in the morning light. Temptation took you on a more attractive ride. Ma cries from time to time, questioning what went wrong. I wake at night in sweats wondering if I’ll see your malice again. You killed a piece of all of us and yet we continued to love you with such deep compassion and faith like parishioners gone awry.