In The Ocean Of Inverted Sorrow Poem by Rex-mayor Ubini

From a distant mile
I looked back into the skull of time
And I eyed you a slave to fail'
But since that day
You were bound with one hung on a tree
You were ruled free
The face of life
Which was masked with mourn
Today is masked with morn'.

Oh soul of mine
At you the sun of grace rain smile
How wonderful you're dressed
In a robe of flipped woe.

I can see no tall
Nether a fat wall
Standing 'fore
The me whom is yet to be sun
But I can see a crowd of vultures
Awaiting eternity
To tap them from slumber.

My eyes had met with tomorrow
For this reason they are drowning
In the ocean of inverted sorrow.