When did he slip beyond my reach?
Was depression the thief?
My heart will never relinquish its hold
No matter how taut the thread,
How slippery the enveloping darkness,
How persistent the dark well,
Replenished with tears
That will not extinguish
The fire of my anger
At this cruel thief
Who has stolen my son.

Release him, I cry!
Loosen your stranglehold!
Disperse this suffocating cloud
Of gloom and doom
Darkness and despair
Like the depths of a tomb.
Defiant, I light a candle against your darkness
While helplessness taps at my heart.
Reaching out in hope
I watch from afar
Desperately trying to bridge the chasm.
And the thief laughs in my face.