A joyless tale Turn into appearance To this vitality... That lipped to mouth the letters "Wait.... we'll come across once more" The era's peel of the skin... Till it turn into a ossein By season to season... Therefrom... nevermore reunited Hence, one relinquish life... Not allowing us to embrace once more... That joyless tale This poet mouth's that letter's.... one by one.... Is mine.... joyless tale That came into vitality....
Sometimes being a poet allows you to mourn for someone. I personally would like to share this poem to all of those whom have gone through the same.