A persistent knock of sorrows I hear,
On the dilapidated door of my life,
And everytime this door gets opened,
I am all but left in a dolorous state.
The dreams, the wishes, the hopes, the desires,
Are brutally squashed and savagely battered,
A feeling of despondency engulfs me,
And I long for a prompt arrival of death.
The days now drag by endlessly,
And the nights also just creep along,
The skies above remain dark and cloudy,
(Sunshine being only rare and transient).
Destiny is wreaking havoc with my existence,
With everything just falling to pieces,
And I look on as a mute spectator,
To this cruel game played by my fate.
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