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Tortured by the truth of the present
Present that seems to scorn
Scorn in a way of keeping stationary
Stationary still which kills me in vain
Vain of waiting for a future progress
Progress that leads to frustration
Frustration that roped me to madness
Madness that locked me to depression
Depression of being hopeless
Hopeless from unenviable mishaps
Mishaps that despaired me to question
Question of “whys?” and a lot more
whys…
Why I am still stranded?
Stranded to nowhere…
Nowhere can I be fitted to a chance?
Chance to the best I deserve?
Deserve, for I have been struggling
long enough
Enough! It should be enough because I've done a lot!
Lot of sacrifices, lot of battling, a
lot of my best…
Best of standing strong, but guess I’m
tired,
Tired of trying, of fighting and of chasing…
Chasing for a trance I can’t seemed
to reach.
Reach? How can I when I’m stuck?
Stuck in this chains of ill fate
Fate that smother me tightly
Tightly that I couldn't breathe,
Breathe from suffocation in this air
of uncertainties
Uncertainties as to when to surpass
Surpass this merciless prison
Prison I wanted to escape.
Escape to break me free from this
curse
Curse of being captive in misery.
©copyrighted by Jelyn Piad(Jhelchemy)2014
©copyrighted by Jelyn Piad(Jhelchemy)2014
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