My misfortune is made from-

The persistent screams and cries of the lost souls,

My mind evocative,

Not allowing me to obliterate the thoughts,

They were seeking their long awaited vengeance,

I began hearing their deterrent screams while walking down the unilluminated, silent alleyways.

I found it-

Trapped inside a child’s body, craving to come out,

Wandering across a gloomy, dim, isolated road,

A homeless man, quivering in a silent corner, howling for help- for a home.

This misfortune can-

Shatter a lifelong friendship,

Prise open a heart made of gold,

It could command even the most vigorous minds,

It could mend the most broken souls,

It can make a pond shimmer with glee,

A diamond breaks with sorrow.

You see, if i lost this misfortune-

Even the scavengers would grin with glee.