Wednesday, 13 June 2018

Nothing's Succinct


Nothing's Succinct

Everyone is sui generis for someone,
Even they've died in a same way,
Nothing's succinct for anyone now,
Panic's risen pang in tranquil mind.

Empathy all have in interminable lurch,
But it's difficult to encourage heart,
Intense sorrow; apart from own part,
Not easy to give up coming emotions.

Now who can order the rabble?
Day is far; it's nightfall,
No fount of hope in searing smoke,
Two smote to eldorados, made thousands to ash.

Jack Elixir

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