Ode of a Broken Son
By Chesz Dylan
This is the time, when all he can do is to reminisce,
The child who once born, without expectation and premise.
Raised by his grandmother with love and affection;
Molded with principles, discipline and commiseration.
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Independent even though he needs attention,
Reserved and obedient, despite his inner nefarious personification.
A child seeking for someone or perhaps something:
Yearning and patiently waiting, as the years are passing.
A broken family and a broken identity:
Grew in a modern day concept and infidelity.
Brokenness and death stricken to the very core of his being;
Lost and hopelesness, an everyday long-suffering.
Deprived of love, a motherly love;
Deprived of a family, he wished he could have.
Fleeting years of what could have been a relationship, now just a dream:
Somewhere in his mind is hoping and wanting to scream.
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Birthdays, graduations and different occasions;
Good tidings and joyful memories in every season.
Childhood, puberty, adolescence and or his existence;
Adulthood, fatherhood and all his experiences.
Fortitude, that what keeps him going:
Trusting everything to God, the faith he is believing.
A wife and a daughter that mended that great loss and disarray,
A love he found, not from a woman who once disowned him and ran away.
As he is creating this sonnet or perhaps a prosody;
He is contemplating from his heart, a familiar rhapsody.
Some things may have came out great and some came out tragic,
But it was all a ride, and life decisions never to be apologetic.
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The chapters of his life may have found its direction,
But still, a least part of his identity wanted a resolution.
This is just a reflection that could have been a perfect melody,
But this is just a ballad, a lyric from his heart; from a son who came from a broken family.
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Ode of A Broken Son
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