So it is and So it shall be..

There are no words to describe
How one lives or dies,
Words will always make the 'trivial' ones' suffer,
Non-registering how pain like death and some other
Secret pockets are, but, to be borne alone,
unsung, un-lamented, and duly silenced.
Existence, may run past charms unsolved.
Forsaken for a desire-
Unmitigated and often, unwise.