Sense Sonnet - Acher

Dead Run

The city ghetto is a place
Where no one's child should have to live.
A poor single parent must face
The truth of what I have to give,
To make it better for my child.
The truth is awful hard to find.
Meantime, my son starts going wild.
I lose him, body soul and mind
To the gang in the neighborhood.
They take him to a life of crime,
And he runs to nowhere that's good.
I know he's running out of time.

My only son ran the gang way.
And I buried my son today.