Forlorn Poem by Shemsi Elsani

Alone he walks down the isle
Lonely hitting hard
Yet unseen by the eyes
Hurting deep inside
Ripping his heart apart
Crying to the redness of tears

Wishes his life never this long
Painfully dragging the time
Longing for the cure
Only the other side would have
When he’s closed his eyes
Till then he’ll be in agony

Each breaths is so sharp
Teasing his sorrow along
Laughing at the loneliness
Smirking by the wounded heart
Every beats hurts
So deep it burning

Despair he remains
Stuck in magical ailment
Waiting miserably to be cured
For his cure is the magical portion
Which sided on the other end