Poem # 3 Interpreting His Feeling

In despair, I'm sitting next to sadness,
And holding tightly grief's harness,
Never freely letting my feelings to flow,
Not ready to experience another severe blow,

Darkening the dark valleys of my mind,
And scattering, in them, all the hardships I faced in time,
But really they are too many to forget,
Perhaps the only choice is to choose death,

Oh! But death is what cowards choose,
Who perceive that life is of no use,
As it takes a life to explain a life,
May be mine would suggest a reason to live.