Is There Any Different? Poem by Àrsaidh Àrsaidh

Friend or foe, it makes no difference now,
When mortality embraced us;
Our fallen souls are like snow,
An eternity graced in the dust.

Lover or loser, it makes no difference now,
When the truth and trust turn so frail;
Our happiness is vanquished by sorrow,
An ordained boon we unhailed.

Today or tomorrow, it makes no difference,
When fate continued this way;
Our affliction will always follow,
An undignified life we couldn't stay.

[*june,24th 05*]