It seems that he is in pain great,
The dam of emotions broken at last.
Such vitality there is in words his,
Only hope I can too match earnestness such.

Won't deny my jealousy,
Assumed I had it to be domain mine,
Only to be reminded that,
The avenue is open for all.

Open for all to vent out grief and joy,
His grief seems pure,
While mine is tainted,
Tainted with greed, incompetency and lust.

Look up to him I do,
Hope that he finds peace,
Peace in a world filled with betrayal and incompetency,
And brutally lacking empathy.