Mourns of Bad Fate

Muted versions of today’s date, The silence or the standing wait, The situation worse in tracks, albeit; The shining smiles, wide and desolate, The impacted, soulless sad state, Unmuted mourns of bad fate. The tears torn midst escapes, From the jaws of wickedness, The you, that struggles is: Dead pitiless. Soulless. All was in awe in presence, Yours, on my day of loneliness, Streaming in silence, the memories, The tearless, forthwith the repercussions, And it strode, into dreary pits bottomless. The today, resettlements seamless, The smears of lust midst in all emotionless, And it strode in light, right in utmost happiness