Cries

A Poem by [untitled]

But Not Even Death Passes By

Oh, such agony and no one around who cares, crying to the heavens and nothing there, not even the wind blows, oh; who or what can deliver a poor soul from the pit.

Looking franticly for death, but not even death passes by, why do we suffer so, who can understand this confusing life. Deliver me now from this agonizing departure, deliver me now and spare me not.