Grieve Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Somewhere along - hope sometimes die
With every love that has given the rays
Morning comes after in dark amber sky
Filling our yearnings - in its clouds of grays
Why is true hope broken down to sad pain?
Filling up shadows of lives death wish
Trying to breath conquer and spilling in vain
Every step from deprived to accomplish

Sorrow has got its dim - to the ocean
Burned up its flowers of fragrances air
All just for nothing or worthless leaves
War is to each peace its splitting potion
Showing never mercy - giving no care
With darkish sorrow - hope it deprives