My poems

So terrible I felt,
Gasping onto the ocean of white,
The feeling that stood so strong
Of grief and sadness, stood so long.

This agonizing feeling,
The failed feeling,
Took a grasping control in me
That I burnt inside me.

I felt the world, its stare,
Its knock and the chaffer.
The dour feeling started to foster-
It was the invitation from the Reaper!

The idea was not half bad,
In this agony, it was not hard,
But too soon I fell victim, to love-
Of those who rips their heart
At the sight of my mort.