Oh! A world without you,

The despair to go through.

The pains to lose a fellow.

Makes the world bleak yellow.

The color, a tasteless pale.

Slowly seeping life begins to fail.

The old starts to derail,

But commands a vintage point.

With the abstract evened out.

Will the picture balance about?

Frustration inside shouts!

It’s numb pain, it pouts!

The pained soul regrets much.

It’s a pin the hurts a bunch.

The loss brings emptiness,

Calculate additions to fix a mess.

You can only improve!

Remember, time is on the move.

Dicifer the moments,

Understand and seek pieces,

They come in a timely manner,

But some are miscellaneous.

Arriving from unknown coincidence.

To trim is a way for growth.

An action that leads for breath.

As the day sets it’s light upon us,

Hope is in our conscious.

Good thoughts, keep in entity,

For around, will come serenity.

Known and seen as warm.

I’ll receive it’s charm.

Under the sunset,

Insight will be met.

A new dawn will arrive,

My spirit will come alive.

The heat of your heart,

Will not fall apart.

Hope is the word.

To despair it’s a cutting sword.