I’m aching because

The son I love,

Is playing with fire

In the Modern world,

Grasping all it has to offer,

Money and trips

And mind altering substances,

And the repercussions,

Come straight back to me.

He’s not doing anything

Any other teen wouldn’t do.

But I’m no longer a teen

It’s so alien to me.

The social media fantasy

Has ramifications

Reaching way beyond my age

And experience,

And I cry

As he slips further and further away.

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