Fled the wings of _peace,_
Left in abode of _pains,_
Heart dangled in _peace,_
Spirits chastened to _slain_.
Hands of turmoil gripped souls with _furies_,
Ease voids bothered brethren’s _torture,_
Faiths and hopes craved in desperate _memories,_
Agonies barricades though to _puncture._
Trepidations apprehended brothers’ _tribulations_
that lamed heart _fractured._
Warrant catastrophes of life _cessations,_
This is an art of _torture._
*©Williams.A.Beloved*