THAT THING

That point where all seems easy,
And most go messy

That time when life seeks shades,
And sons scream loud behind Hades.

That period when we shall speak without words,
And everything leaves the world.

That arena where sadness has existed for long,
And joy have become wrong.

That zone where hearts fall apart,
And hands like moon part.

That thing that makes it all beautiful,
And all these torments becomes less handful.

~~~~~Okwuosa Maryjacob~~~~~