Just Another Attempt

Stumbling upon the loath of fear,

I grew up without you staying near.

Darkness was what that stared upon me,

Trembling and finding a way to my light I couldn’t foresee.

The mind was numb and feet were cold,

Never did I think your memories would grow so old.

The odds of blue is realised when you lose someone,

Learning the art of mislaying the wistful affection of the one.

Grievance is not an option given by life to live,

Depriving us of the devil's own luck and belief.