Nostalgia Poem by Moses Ocharo

Today i reminisce on our passions flown
And clasp them with my marble cold heart
To warm the vertices fircely frost blown
And make me virtualy with this life apart
Cause when you left you took my all
When you cut the strings of my puppet life
How im storm tosses like a dead soul
Amidst Acheron's murky waves with meandering strife
What mountains should i now mount
To this nightmare that vicely clasps escape
To this heart haemorrhage that hightened tape
Should i to the universe my sins account?
But if this would my sickness remedy
Then to sacrifice my self im ready.