The wailing of my heart
pays the grieve
like am infant cry,
when unrelieved
because of life troubles
and humbles
all of it I see in a mirror dimly
as my soul cling to the dust
melting away for sorrow
with I and trouble face to face
and hot indignation seized me
because of the wicked
that stirred up my grieve
and grieveful casualties
threw me at inferno
leaving me naked
and useful to nothing
at the phase of nothing
my wailing begins
a dirge for myself being void
I losing every thing and
every thing losing me
and bearing the same as
the dead among the living
recalling the halcyon of the lost fate
which I dropped from
into an iota and left me
with the ugliness of life
my grieve burden at the corners
since life left me at the horn
of a dilemma a thing that
will never get done!
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