Solace In Bitterness Poem by oliver west

the sun rises with a sorry sad surface,
an endless tears streaming from the sky
a centurion guides happiness gate
a fair coffin has joy in him late;
a breathing pain in the heart not solve.

veins empty, veins runs empty,
the queen's crown crashed heavy
when in pains no gods envy
animals with empathy be thy mates
words of sorrow then lacks debate.

then a powerful solace arise
joy start to resurrect from her grave
the centurion is knock out of happiness gate
now joy like a wind gives thy a blow
then thy eyes are bright
solace in bitterness.