The spark of life shining through your eyes, has now darkened through death’s desire.

The fact that you were born only to start dying, raises the flames of my ire.

I would rather change places with you and scorch my sadness on a pyre.

For what in life can be worse than to lose a loved one that you loved to admire?

Undulating between anger, sadness and somberness whilst drowning in desperation’s quagmire,

I realize that only time can reignite my quenched heart’s fire.