Fascinating thing, it is to be loved,
grief, guilt, pain, and loss to be felt,
how exasperating it is to be nudged,
With a lot of darkness to be dealt,

lethal, and venomous it may be,
without you a curse it is to me,
agony, and desolation it may be,
a plague, and woe it is to thee,

Millennium of eternity, yet so to adhere,
fatal, and abhorrent, my life is so,
ye shall know it is austere,
thou will suffer thy shall know,

thy was in brood, when epiphany came,
felicity of leisure,
dissemble, and dulcet both are same,
Demure is thee in displeasure,

Calamity, and insanity follows thine soul,
hope to embrace forfeiture,
Falter thy fate, falter thy shall know,
thy dissemble ye,
thy shall see,
the wrath of demiurge,
enough won't be,

ye who knows the agony of loss,
shall never deliver another clamity,
to see the aim across,
thy shall never be aware of true inanity,
ye shall fight for the sake of humanity,
as broken thy soul,
Thou shall never forgive more profanity,

Loss is a feeling,
grief is a hope,
pain is revealing,
guilt is a way to cope,

ancient it is the tale of loss,
whatever comes across,
whatever ye want,
it is not evil,
we shall know it is what we see,
it is what we hope,

© S.Ali