I'm sorry if it does not sound like much but it was born more out of the heart rather than the mind.
Waiting, hoping
What didn't we do right?
Fate's cruel blow swung so strong,
Like a lesion struck with great might.
Pondering on what if,
Shuffling pieces of broken dreams,
Struggling within to realise defeat.
A cure is but of no avail,
The scar a reminder of what once founded,
Always hidden but never forgotten.
Vigours of the body can stand no more,
Hoping for a dream that never burns,
Willing to die to hold once more.