the nauseating thought of it,
keeps people unseen dreams locked away forever,
and people inventions away from the present world,
Grief enveloping the clouds around,
streams of tears remembering time never to be seen again,
people never to greet again,
places never to go again.
continuing to torture at the summit and at the bottom,
people who are not connected in any way,
fall under the same hammer of sorrow and pain.
bringing pain to people around you,
not respecting their “feelings”,
or the importance of those you took,
but greedily snatching them away.
you may conquer so much,
but your end is coming,
when you shall and will be conquered,
and will no longer rise,
to haunt the living again.