The Grief Of Kaladin Poem by Okunola Peace

What have i done to be given a portion of death?
When all glitters in this lonely world,
Or is it my poor state that makes mankind bold
To inflict upon my son this grievous act.

O! This tears paint my face a deep scarlet
When living is a damnation worse than death
That reminds me of that bitter moment
Of no hope, no spark and strength.

My hut is lifeless, my throat is dry,
Even the sun cast a sorrowful light
As i wander if my son will die
and if that loss will leave a soulless husk.