Hope Leaves making me empty and jaded, Joy becomes elusive and dead ended.
Life dealt a deadly blow not once but twice in a row. How to be happy again I really don’t know.
The grief is excruciating as it cannot be shown,
Suffer in silence as to nobody your pain is known.
The truth is that, everybody is too busy to really even care,
You have mostly friends and kins with you in weather fair.
Have to Be stoic and deal with the grief in silence, All the while praying that hope has not left in permanence.
