An Intent to Lament
Dedicated to people contemplating towards lamenting of one’s fate
Lament, Cement your thoughts of fear, endless suffering, you’ve got to bear this feeling appears to never shrink, your mind enslaved, your self gets killed
Your peers muse your trials as a chimera, wondering whether it’s real or bogus Your feelings and perceptions are no less real, is what you perceived and what you deserve
You seem a bit flustered unable to walk, unable to talk, unable to whisper a feeling you dread, a feeling that abolishes — a person’s belief, and emotions therein
You expect the end, and you hasten for spring, to beg for relief from this dreadful feeling, but it neither withers, nor does it leave the mental fatigue that cripples you indeed.






