Bereavement is a pain,
Worse than being lashed or chained
It crushes and destroys you mind
No one for it is trained,

By it every path is drained
And every learner’s book is stained
Nothing is left, not even a grain
For you to plant after the rain

You are lucky you are not slain
Or pushed out into a drain
There will be nowhere for you to claim
Even if you fell with a plane

Bereavement is a pain
That tares your heart and soul apart
It banes your flash and leave you ash
No one will dare escape from it,

Running from it only makes it worse
You’ll even wish you faced it soon
Having being suppressed and looked for long
Makes it wild like bruised Elephant

It’s a matter of time before it explode
And blow up on your face
And then you’ll truly understand
That this world is not for you to gain
It for you to get a strain,
Until you join the zombie- match.

Bereavement is a disaster
Worse than earthquakes and flutes
It shakes your world and flushes your trust
No one will rescue you from it

Its thunder rows like a hungry lion,
The storm it makes is excruciating
The time it’s over
You’ll witness the damage, your eyes, your body,
Your soul, will tell it all

Bereavement is a torture
Worse than the rack and electric shocks
No one will persevere the pain

Battle wounds

Smeared across the floor
Light flowing from the open door
I can almost feel it
Im not quite sure If I need it

My limbs broken and sore
My mind blistered to the core
I wonder how this came to be
Its unfortunate I cannot see

I do not wail
I do not morn
I break my silence with a sighful yawn

I can feel the air around my face
I can smell the damp of this place
I feel my skin has been battered and torn
I cannot help wonder why I was born