Sorrow

Sorrow’s reflection over sense of suffering

still newer prayers for every next minute

slobering for ownership

eyes in flames of treachery.

Tortures, scars of existence.

sorrow, tears – everywhere sowed.

A cradle of wrong and voracious

comfortable, on the ground of abyss

cold of death still importuner

to your slack distanting flairs.

Brutality, false, disrespect

a ultimate redemption’s guest

to cross this line, the line of death

a way of oversight and calm

Lie and quietly end your prayer

any hindrance before the present

faith in future fate.

All, all’s a waste away

intense growth of taint

inside by one is total rot

no, any strength to oppose

future image of this world

is just in time of extinction.