Dear Son
Son, They say love finds us when we least expect But I waited, wandered, and wept. Fifty years I’ve roamed this weary earth, Seeking a face, a touch, a heart to call home, Yet found none to match the storm within my chest. I toiled the soil of cities and silence, Fell for illusions dressed as warmth, But every kiss turned cold, every promise hollow. It was not that I was unloved, But that I loved too deep in shallow waters. Now, as I near the end of my weary tale, Know this is no tale of triumph, nor a will for wealth. It is a dirge, a warning carved in blood and ink. I have lost my way, son, truly. The sun no longer rises for me, And the nights whisper secrets I can’t bear. This world... It turned me into something I swore I’d never be. A man of shadows, Chasing light only to extinguish it with my sins. I thought I could outrun my past, But the past is a loyal beast—it follows. Now I stand before the gates of the Forbidden Kingdom, Not as a noble soul, But as a ti...