The tragedy we call it,
the product of some hidden wrath and misery of many;
Comes of consequences and leads to a few more.
Extremely vital, outlining a fall.
The tragedy of my heart,
The tragedy of yours.
The tragedy it is...
a comic some may call it, a mockery of all.
It comes today,
one day it comes to all;
Making a poem turn rancid,
from vengeance bold.
Call it a beauty, for a fine poetry it makes;
but it ain't a finery
for the unjustified wrath it beholds.
© sunshine07