Archives March 2025

Dear son,
The rattles in your mind stirred my sleep,
Those storms woke the silent night.
Like troubled waters, I saw waves of ripples,
A battlefield littered with broken faith.
This letter is a balm for your wounded tides,
A song you have forgotten the lyrics to.
You have lost my words etched in stone,
The commandments of sanity

your sanity fading from sight.

Dear son,
You broke the first seal of wisdom,
You let shadows slip into your sacred place.
You chased the mirage of golden lies,
You left your gates unguarded for thieves.
This world wears a mask of kindness,
Yet behind the smiles, there are wolves.
You cried for help in a hollowed field,
Face the reality, my son.

Dear son,
Life was formed from the root of selfishness,
Every fleeting face is a whisper of  deceit.
Like butterflies, they perch and leave.
They will leave you in a drowning sea.
Rise, my son, and stitch your wounds,
Seal the cracks before the flood returns.
And remember, you’re all I’ve got left.
I love you, son, till my last breath.
Stay strong, son.

From daDda

02003025

copyrights reserved

Don’t let me drift like a ghost in the wind,
These nights are storms that howl my name.
Madness once caged me

Now it sets me free,
I recall the war I waged with you,
A battle to bend and break you.

I fought to hold your fractured light,
Tried to cradle in your sins
But this snow devours me whole,
I’ve watched you shatter into every part of me
Ohhh! I surrender.

I surrender to your perfect crimes,
To the hands that sculpted my ruin.
Oh, all I want now is to wade in your sins,
Your soul has melted into mine
Ohhh, I surrender.

I would trade my wings for your chains,
Let this binding be our fate.
I’m coming home, through dusk and fire,
I’m returning by every step.
Hope I haven’t outrun time.

Hope I’m not late now?

Oh, let me be the hands that mend,
I will stitch the past with gold.
Spring will rise from all we buried,
I can’t loosen my grip on your perfect heart
I can’t,

 I won’t let go anymore.

01603025