For you my son
A stampede of thoughts
In my brain
Causes disillusionment
A dilemma of wits
Sorrow undefined mornings
Lead to unquenchable afternoons
Ending on saddened evenings
I grieve and ache
For you my son
Everything seems less human
A relay of memories
In my heart
Causes disillusions
A problem of fits
Grief defined mornings
Create unmentionable afternoons
Starting on guarded evenings
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