things are messy
like scattered brain of yours
you have no known direction
and you do not listen to advices
for you always
know better than me
and so today
you tell me in the name of love and life
you are leaving
and that is for good
i am angry
but cannot show it
i like to cry
but i cannot until i get feed up somehow
taking care of a child
that looks like a grown up man
spoiled brat
that is how mother had taken cared of you
no value for handwork
nothing known about patience and discipline
i am tired taking care of you
please come back i shout at you as
you begin to take the steps away
from the ancestral house
you are flattered but i am already numb and definite
come back, come back i repeat what i am saying
take everything and go
i have nothing to do with you anymore
brother.
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