To mourn or smile?
You stomp out, whimper and cry, you bleed, bleed again,
You incite the venom, the poison, your soul so despises.
You sing so sweet, so melodious, of heartache and pain,
Yet hate you welcome, your brothers come home after ages?
You seek the new, the old you discard and slain,
It’s easy a bargain to make, to burn the ashes
Of our past glories to relive the agony and smile,
To hurt and curse, yet experience little happiness for awhile.
This is my sixth contribution towards the NaPoWriMo project. My humble attempt at creating something on the lines of Ottava Rima an Italian form of poetry.