It’s Our Pain

She knows it’s like the drug

that cradles him

covers like a rug

and never ever a slim

chance to

break away

until he can crash

through

with the break of another day.

A desperate plea

the mother’s cause

black rosary beads

reddened hands raw

Dear Lord help me

give him courage

let him be

rid we

of this scourge

take from me

take from he

finally be free —

be free…