The Untold Poem by Shasha Mesha

To fathom the unfathomable is the mission,
A rather queer feeling comes marching into solitude,
This has been a perpetual inner battle,
The owner claims possession of it,
Vigorously feeding the ominous cry,
No enormous roar but there is certainly a wail for comfort
The soul covets for distinction
But who will unravel the anguish buried deep inside the bosom,
Who will be the saviour to the drenched heart?
When would be the conceivable moment for all sorrows to be cast away?
What will it feel like to have the heaviest bricks removed from the chest?
They say time shall announce
How if time refuses not to wait for me?