SEULES ÂMES

MASTER OF SORROW

I was touching his calloused soul,

With my hopes.

Can anybody hear me?

My screams awake all of the dead souls.

Except prejudiced souls,

And minds.

My scream echoed,

And the trees flapped with nature's rhythm.

William, oh William,

Hear my dolefully jeremiads, groanings with pain.

Begging you, I believe,

I will revive your dead soul.

There is a man,

Praying to God, for all blessings.

But there's no hearer,

In this world.

You are the Master of Sorrow,

In my world.

But there is just a remedy,

Your believing to me wholeheartedly.

4thAugust 2019