Why must fate be so cruel a
master?
Does he enjoy tormenting the
hearts of men and women?
How can this feeling be?
Such a powerful aroma
of passion, love, and destruction. How
can it be... So simple, and yet a trial of
unimaginable turmoil... Why must fate
put us to the test...
I fear for my heart, as the shattered pieces are like sand
dripping down my chest. I fear, for
nothing.
Is this just a temporary fixation
of grief? Will my heart be kindled by the
furnaces of time? How can one know...
Only the hourglass of the devil will tell.

Love the texture Jonah Welcome!!!

All we do is blame the devil
whereas in us lies all evil
fate is nothing but a mystery
and tomorrow we will be nothing but history just do deeds and in your memory keep bcpz
as you sow so shall you reap

heehe this is what i came up with in few mins after reading your poem :) and keep writing the way u play with words is astounding

Awesome write....

Those are wonderful words and so complimentary to this, and it is so true. We are our own worst enemies.

Again, thank you leigh! :)

Looking forward to read another of your writing soon :)