Black Dying Heart Poem by jinnuljr mukarram

And we may shed upon the tears
and drink the wine and stirs
for we have become uneasy
to life's pleased to be busy...

and this heart of stone may curse the way
and shed the roses to the shore bay..
the end is near in sight
and miss-felt the friendship in tight...

the black dying heart may arouse
and torn like a deadly rose
of which i have become bad
of emotions that turns me mad....

to where i must live with this emotions
to a shallow dying heart's apparition
to treat this black fear growing
that ends the joy and annoying..

why does this heart so blind
and this dying mind so grind?
to what extent i am sure
this spirit of we have is pure...

the end may take its rested
upon the hopes we are craving
to shallow the past of a dying heart
and broken promises and torn apart..