How intense!
How insistent!
Will pain resent?
Are you resilient?
Deterioration of one's mind
Bent and crooked backs recline
I remember relief from anguish
It came from above
Shown by my mother's love.
Oh how suffering does linger
Rampantly raging to an end
Pointing its deadly finger
Choosing enemy or friend
Could we declare our own hurt?
No purpose is straighter
As sone returns grief with dirt
Would death become the hater,
When knowing that death to death is
GREATER....














Comments