Beautiful Strife

I lament over the passing of thee –
Privately, not for eyes to see –
Shall I write not say a word –
This world a cold cruel place.

Your path one of beautiful strife –
Many unaware the glory of life –
So many quotes they say absurd –
This world a cold cruel place.

My face did sink in untimely passing –
Shall I eat or go on fasting –
How I want this feeling to purge –
This world a cold cruel place.

On the brink from smelling the ash –
We cannot bring back the past –
Emotions hidden not let to surge –
This world a cold cruel place.

©2014 dedhedpoet

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