The Bane To My Soul
Grief
The sound of the word
Frightens me....
the thought of it....
Drains me....
Grief....
A thief of space
It visits you
When you least expect
It entertains itself
Grief...
It steals the love
That exists between
People....
Alas....
Why not warn
Of your unwarranted arrival....
Grief...
It stikes fear into the mind
Eating deep...
Into the core
Of ones system...
Grief...
Oh I wait for that day
When your demise
Heralded....
Waiting for your doom...
Grief...
Oh I wait
For the day the messiah
Will appear..
Like a thief in the night
And put an end to you
What a glorious day
It will be..
Your burial...
Graced by the universe
To rejoice over you
The faceless assassin
Oh the kings arrival
Is what gives us respite
Cause he will wipe
Away every sorrow...
No more pain,crying,sorrow...
Your end will be announced.
What a day it will be
But be watchful...
Ready to prevail
Eternally....
Cause grief...
Shall reincarnate...
And torment his prisoners
Forever...
The sight of that frightens
Me...
Under a more cruel master
Then all hope will be lost
Cause the king...
Would have taken up his own
Forever...
And grief....
Under his creator...
Shall rule the world..
Without respite...
for the "left behinds"
To regain their place
With the king....
With their blood
They shall pay....
Then they will plead..
For the warm hands of death..
It won't comply...
Until the weary will
Give in....
And sell their soul
Till eternity...
Where they shall
Suffer grief..
Till eternity...
And the master
Of grief...
Shall reign supreme...
Copyright © Oluwatomiwo Akinyemi | Year Posted 2013
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