“In my harshest days of solitude you appear
As a savior for the most profound concflict
Knowing you’re present I have no fear
And before you,all my worries I can depict.
So many undermine your power and relevance
But grief,pain and heartache needed of your aid
Eventually those would assert a prevalence
That would slash those disbelievers like a blade.
Evoking your essence is restrained only to those
Who knew Pity like Wilfred Owen once said
Yet you could allure everyone to come close
And make them stare beholding you’re not dead.
It is rather obvious I would’ve not gladdened
If our gratifying encounter never had happened”