Kept in a mournful confinement
In a regretful melancholy
From the abyss of a troubled heart
Now naked to her
The temporariness of Mans passage on earth was certainty!
Now naked to her
Vanity it is,the breathe of life
Kept in a mournful confinement
Feeling thoroughly abandoned
Buried in regretful thoughts
Like a stone at the bottom of a lake
Not just sorrow and solidarity
But an agony of irreplaceable loss.
TOKE’SBLEEDINGPEN
