Calling out, my voice still sings,
Hopeful you’ll hear my words serene
Of compassion, kindness and mercy.
Cruel are your ways inflicted upon me,
Hastily scorning my lyrical warnings;
Merciful cries with my hands raising high,
Accelerating, your eyes now deny – my sagacity.
Death decays daily life, Eventually everyone endures this everlasting plight. Articulating afterthoughts of life’s atrocities, Traversing tragically with tremendous uncertainties,