I watch this year dying and disappearing

It has no ashes to collect' but for the loved one's tears are dropping down like sand in an hour glass

Melting down the pain and loneliness that awaits after missing it'

The joy we celebrated with fireworks'
That brought fire in hearts,

With hope for no hopelessness

And pride having escaped the previous tortures with which many are gone

Gone astray, gone wrong,

And sealed away from the cause for which they were birthed

We hope to rescue them but their hearts are divided by the sword of their pride

Meandering in the thoughts of emptiness

Stuck in the thickness of the inflexibility of their pride,

and if you...