Oh! A world without you,
The despair to go through.
The pains to lose a fellow.
Makes the world bleak yellow.
The color, a tasteless pale.
Slowly seeping life begins to fail.
The old starts to derail,
But commands a vintage point.
With the abstract evened out.
Will the picture balance about?
Frustration inside shouts!
It’s numb pain, it pouts!
The pained soul regrets much.
It’s a pin the hurts ...