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Letter To Dad
Letter to Dad Papa when I visited the cemetery this morning, tears were like rivers in my eyes that later dropped washing your grave, my lips then became split with dirges and heart stained with sorrow, my voice penetrated the sky asking death to give you a second chance. Papa, it has been 13yrs since an unknown stranger snatched you away, breathe silence and sleep into your nostril with ease, my tears pierced that night with coldness and brokenness, while the charming birds in the cloud abandoned their nest and lamented unto your souls. Papa, I'm yet to believe that your body is meal for insects, I'm yet to believe you didn't wake up when death punched you, I can't believe you left and didn't watch me grow up under your eyes. I just don't want to believe you can't hear my voice in the cloud. Papa, Sleep with those broken smiles on your face, sleep & don't breathe pain that slept in your chest when sickness didn't pity you, I promised that I gonna fight to the last degree of my burning souls, and plant letters of your name in my palm, as a means of motivation each time I want to give up
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