Nemesis

I yearn the bleeding wounds;

Dived deep in the fleshy fate.

Of my caressed possession-

Of my ever beloved mate.

For burial of the rising hopes;

For never it is surely too late.

For bidding a bye to the long losts.

For sole opportunities to create.

With inflicted tragic enmity;

For miseries that initiate.

Purely combined with eager greed,

For grudges to collaborate.

With ever shattered nemesis,

With lots of love and rageful hate,

With sugar-coated pardons,

With condolences to elaborate.