Where Futility Hollows Poem by Lihle Shezi

Forsake a heart, a life
when a desired forge is absent.
This is where futility hollows
As the endless forlorn crows.
When loving curses broken hearts.
Yet loving neither does it urge or torment.
This is how futility hollows.
While dust to dust does
not grave the pain or tow
the memory to paradise.
surprise, surprise the devil and tousle
our pain with futility.
Give our second sky a face,
and too God a heart.
For that is where futility grows
and it inculcate faith.
Faith upon a lonely God
without a heart.
atleast death is honest,
for no grave is learned.
no riches is kept.
And your own grace dresses
like a widow, waiting to fornicate.
Prominence is futility when it fails
to grant you a chance to goodbye
your wife.
A forethought, glory for men
living life upon their merits,
having to avoid the priest
and their conscience.
Placing their dreams where
Futility hollows.