Beyond the pale

Life inflicted a re sounding defeat on you;
down the drain you lied flat as a pancake
for many years you've been silent,
a phrase of call in the eye of the storm woke you up.
the fullness of your heart was needled
so you rummaged the future tirelesly;
you searched hard for faint solace,
for the last drop of hope
now since you've been back we never stopped crying,
we never stopped complaining
but your caliber seem to be the framer of your innefable core,
the composer of your innermost breath
now we know why for we watched when you died the death