Torn Papers & Letters to My Mother

If you see my mother tell her her son is lost and has been for awhile

He is blinded by the sun and cannot see the light that was promised

A dark cloud gathers over his head as if the past has come back to haunt him. He becomes too distraught to see Gods will or the color of his words, his skies are grim and gloom in bitter solitude the heaviness melts his soul as wax from within

If you see my mother tell her her son was abandoned by faith when prayer was desperately sort and deserted by hope when the longings of the heart burned

Because of the heaviness of the rain that was failing and because of the cold he stands amidst the floods of shuttered glass and fire, all his happiness that he longed for has fleen away from him beyond their own mountains and he can not find them anymore

Please tell her athouand locked doors stand between him and god, though drunk in his own desolation, he lights his own way to see the graves that remain 

He is consumed in immense sorrow, athousand feet fall and not once letting go was as pouring out his burdened heart into the emptiness in the air he remains cold as the sea.

In place of his heart only ruins and more ruins is the despair that remains the sour breath of life leading to death

If by chance you see my mother, tell her her son is lost but he remembers her also and with all the sacred prayers of the saints he lays upon the holy alters and heir patience before her feet

 In this light he sees a darkness dimly as the reflection of faith in the pieces of ahundred broken mirrors. He sees the shadows of the sun that comes yet his skies remain empty.