Young Man's Death

Young Man's death

He has wandered aimlessly

On the wilderness, men call life

The rain-drenched him severely

And the sun burned out his fat.

His muse fused in a deadly furnace 

As he listened to the voice of hatred,

All hopes stumbled without admonitions

Glared him as an adopted child to loneliness.

He emerged to wrestle this hell

But without the armor of heaven

He was the victim of his deception

And that wasn't to his perceptions.

All were quiet in his park

Until the wind, like a gasping messenger

Told tales of his ancestral journey

And souls talked in agony.

He died the Young man's death

Raw enough for the satisfaction of eternity

He wasn't worthy to tidy hell

But his thoughts uncovered heaven's shell.

Wale Fidel~(D'HolyPoet)

June 10, 2021.