Grief and sadness, they are carved inside.
We carry the weight of pain all the time.
But because of frequency and magnitude
Our sense of suffering is going dull.

Old ills return, disasters strike.
sensation of uncertainty is born (that no one likes). 
It’s frightful to live in wait of misery,
We can’t get used to encountering futility.

There is no point in shifting away. 
These feelings won’t be gone,
They simply just can’t.
Perception fades but scars remain. 
How can patience be kept?
We want to understand the reasons why
Of this tragedy of life.