AUTHOR’S  NOTE:

The following poem follows Alternate / ABAB Rhyme Scheme.

Life knocked me down many times,
more than I could count,

as if I’d committed unspeakable crimes,
with endless charges on me mount.

Pain stood waiting, ready to stab,
to make me bleed and suffer,
with fangs of an ocean crab,
not even a pause, not even a buffer.

Every night, I dreamed of just one thing:
A better tomorrow with no sorrow,
only to find summer in the heart of spring,
and winter biting deep into my morrow.

When I cried, there was no one to turn to,
no shoulder for me to lean on,
Nothing I could do — yeah, nothing to do
But wipe my tears and simply move on.

Am I a worthless fly that vanishes
in a second? Just in a second?
Am I a helpless soul that perishes
While the Divine stood still, unbeckoned?

In my quiet moments, I often think:
Will there be an end to my agony?
I open my eyes and blink

for they are now a bright mahogany.

My dreams I held are crushed,
crushed down with ruthless force;
When I raise my voice, it is hushed,
and life shows no remorse.

I could not breathe for a second,
The grief, a ton of weight;
If only I were weaponed, until that day comes,
I will wait and await.