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
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