My Painful Thought Poem by Falana Zion

That taciturn night,
The oceans were sleeping;
The stars bleeding
The bridge you've built
The struggles and the hurts
Swept away without a return

The air blown
With a patch of sound
Seizing the sand of time
Without considering the byways
And the beautiful works of the past

The waves of life,
You endured without a slack
The statue you crafted
The byways you trod
All are now bygone

Without the hope of a return
Death comes giant and strong
Without a second chance to enjoy our labors
Death proves itself strong
Indeed, this is my painful thought