Felix Brambaifa

When departure is sudden
Like the gasp of breathe
The heart is then ridden
Like a wood, infested chest

Within which nothing precious
Can come to find endurance
Like a Father's withered voice
Uttering last advice of importance

The pain surges forth
And then it is lucid
A fact among the many sort
Confronting, direct and morbid

It falls, like raindrops from above
To tell a truth, Its core aim
That life without love
Will never be the same