Who Will
WHO WILL.
Who will wipe out
My black suffering
Replacing other colours
The contours of waters
Dying waters, the sad waters
Companionship of grieving souls.
Vast reflections
Of death’s cruel hand
Suffocating the tender life
With nails in sharpened pain
Across rivers where phantoms float.
How vast is the grief
For I have paid a high price
Deprived of consolations
Of the heart and of soul twice.
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