And so I clothed my body in black
Marking the pain you once more brought
And for long my voice would crack
Fighting a losing battle with tears’ onslaught
Reminiscence of times spent in youthful neglect
The then present that’s now the past as my consciousness reflects
Before the infinite hollow starts and darkness descends
The joyful acts axed short and pain set by this eventual death
As if a startling breeze the sting you bring is unforeseen
Eluding of experts to you is an ever possible deed
And to the meek your creation of loss is all so casual and deep
Leaving their beliefs running so low and lean
And for the tears that wet the cheeks each time you strike
For the heaving chests and breaths gulped every time we cry
The human strength grows with every dawn and ending light
So as you try and yet again strike,
Just stay so informed this is how the human race fights
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Beautiful depiction of sorrows and pains felt by the death of loved ones, well articulated and insightfully penned with conviction. Lovely poem nicely written in poetic diction with good rhyme scheme. Thanks for sharing Tatlhego. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.