A Battle Of Strife Poem by A. R. Joe

The sun rests in the sea in the West
The moon rises in the sky in the East
Gentle breeze passes on me from the West
Stare on the mountain yonder in the North.

My love has been snatched away from me
Bereaved soul plunges in grief without he
Passed from this world to the other
Ripened prior to its age to wither.

The earth becomes darker and gloomy
Clouds make the sky further added shadowy
My hearts sinks in tragic somber grief
Words become powerless for agony brief

Great hope had I make him great
Broken hopes are found in rest
Mortality wins immortality in life
Life is nothing a battle of strife.

A. R. Joe