O, Father!
Sadness resides in the footprints
Left by your tattered and weary boot.
O, Mother!
Happiness cries at this site.
The site of your nefarious doom.
Those who have ripped the life from your bosom,
They have murdered the bliss in my heart.
Misery…
I would pray to any God,
One that would rid me of this burden called “Consciousness”.
What I would sacrifice to away with the
Feeling of love and to callous myself with the tumults of hate.
You who tread here,
Remember the lives before you.
Remember the leaves that have fallen.
And take heed of the sorrows of tomorrow.