The Way It Feels Poem by vittal vandavasu

You came asked me
What if your dream shattered
Before your eyes to see
Well, one usually feels batered

It is eternal agony
To see the helper snatch the thing he helps
You'd give away paternal ivory
To hear and undo his yelps

Now two people in dispair have the night
But there is but woe in sight
Afterall it had been and will be sorrow's might
When can just lament at evil's height

You cry on my shoulder today
I say this is the way it feels to say
I remeber you asked me yesterday
So, I ask you what's the way?