Many spits bitchy words on there,
But thou still shows they face
In the lights;
With pesky pride and gratification.
Thou are ultimately shameless;
No fear,
No respect,
No regards.
Thou have not iota of empathy and pity,
And lacks an emotional quotient.
Always edgy to seize a breath.
Do thou ever have grave misgivings,
The undertaker?
Do thou ever have a qualm,
The Undertaker?
Why can thou not be bid,
The undertaker?
I cannot exercise my exasperation,
And how much I forbid thee.
But before thou frizzles out my time,
I implore thee that I bid lovers farewell.
'HAPPINESS AND FREEDOM BEGIN WITH ONE PRINCIPLE. SOME THINGS ARE WITHIN YOUR CONTROL AND SOME ARE NOT.'
Epictetus
Author's note:
Hey guys! I wrote this poem after the death of my younger brother, his name was Chinagorom ; he was just about a month old when we lost him to death.
I vehemently believed that he was taken forcefully by The Undertaker. This poem is a protect of anger and dismay. I was so angry and disheartened when I got home as a 13year old kid and met my younger brother lying cold. I touched his skin and the tissues were not active to hold his skin.
THIS STORY IS SPECIALLY DEDICATED TO MY LATE BROTHER, CHINAGOROM.