I sat at home one summer day,
Thinking about can accident I had made,
Because the person I once called mother,
Now won't even make a stutter,
She won't even give a glance, a look, a blink, a stare
I look into her eyes, it is like looking into air,
Because you cannot see it, but it is there.

A mistake I had made, not a purposeful one,
Practically made my mother dead and gone,
Practically made me not even her son.

What have I had done? One might of asked.
I haven't murdered anyone
Or drink and do drugs,
I broke the TV, and now she won't even give me a hug.

The human nature now isn't about forgiveness and love.
It is about money, greed, technology, and who can rise above.