Deathiversary

Perplexed and dismayed In the seeming misery. This bewildered soul so abashed Within the bodied figure so jittery. Daunted her deep-felt presence He wonders, if lost. Heart sobs within, in cold sweat sequence To what does this cost. Uncertainty seemed a bedrest One not pleasing to behold. In what way does this become a test Yet the mind feels a stronghold. He mumbled through the dark intermittently Ferreting a glimmer of hope to come. Braced skillfully and Concomitantly The love of her succor draws Him not to keep mum.