Omissions

I had lived with an omissions  of
 paralysed pain. 
My ways had borrowed a pool of tears.
Ambitions flew upon the sky, 
I was  lost the lives of ways.
The aquaints had not,
They had barren  my green leaves;
I had become an burnt  forest. 
My opulence had decorated with 
Dashed melodies,
I had feared by time and sound.
There had an accusation for 
An unfaithful attention. 
All was powerful at this
Marvellous branch of bad health.
I had opened cruel face 
To spoil the hatred of others.
That was very difficult and
Could not transmit into
Enthusiastic open air and into 
The soft corner.
I was beyond the reach 
From time to time,
And also from side to side 
A glorious open air was 
Punished.
Trusted by a poisonous 
Instructions.
Observes was destroyed by a
Fearsome creatives
And disturbed by a bad tempered
Blasphemies.
I had turned into stone.
A dissimilar functions of my life