Beautiful And Pitiful Poem by peace uchechukwu nwakanma

sad was the son of the slain
by the modern day cain
a young lad thrown in the rain
with a heart full of pain

as death stealthily took away his
bossom lover a worthy brother-father
now gone were the days he was kept
warm in a loving and cuddling arms

beautiful and pitiful
left alone in a lonely home
with nothing but pillows to hug
days of condolence are now gone

with none still close
beautiful and pitiful
mourning is his best friend
still running but still needs strenght

gone were the days happy and blissful
until he came to the end of the road
beautiful and pitiful