Jouney Mercies Poem by Fate McFate

Safe trip to your home
which we know not
for I would've followed you.

We wail for you're gone
but you always live in us
and we misses you dearly
thus indemnify in million tears.

How can solace be found?
yet you're irreplaceble?
and the stigma of your void room.

Please, dinner is ready, come we eat,
the oyster you showed us cook
and scold Sajna for liking honey.

It's so son that you departure
yet our poem ain't done
and the soccer is at first half.
How can we live without you?