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dear mother mine,
i am sorry if you mind
my grand delusions
and my seclusion
from a world i fear
with doubts i can't measure in tears
but what i do,
it's all for you.
dear mother mine,
though it seems i've lost my mind,
i do remember
her sweet surrender,
resulting in your birth
and entrance to the Earth
that you showed me,
when you set me free.
in twisted forms i trembled numbly at night
with the thought that you will die,
and still we pray to a creator i fear
is unaware of you and i.
in restless dreams, i seem to wrestle with fiends...
they have robbed me of my breath.
so if i kneel and say an ave for you,
will you hear me after death?
dear mother mine,
i have written crooked rhymes
of self-reflection
with no direction,
but now is not the time
to burden you with lines
of guilty thought
from when we fought,
so on this first day of may,
as i lay in disarray,
i just thought i'd call to say
that though i live so far away,