This world is a smoke, that refuses to ignite
constantly on a verger of damnation
a fate  bitter, even in thoughts 'it frightens  

Your father was once enticed in its  illusions
an aching experience
that he carries around  like his Shadow

Don't fall into traps of a fairytale
Indeed they allude the bare truth
That is forever hidden  in plain sight

if need be
Speak your truth, but quietly
with all its troubles
it is still a beautiful world