Poem"Complaint Of The Ill (1)

in poem •  2 years ago  (edited)

Pretending to be bliss in the eyes of the world...
Distress and trouble embezzled every amazing hour...
Day and night never change a thing...
Sleeping with my eyes open till I witness the dawn...
When will these end?...
When will these end?...

It's becoming a part of me...
I was wondering if it's just temporary...
Watching my friends achieve something I love...
But not me...
But not me...

All my dreams and ambitions came to cease...
Who am I without nothing?...
This world is not giving me a chance...
It feels like I'm swimming right against the current...
I can't break through...
I can't break through...

Will these unpleasant days cease to exist?...
Contemplating the means as to how I will be liberated from this...
Almost half of my life is taken by this affliction...
Why me?...
Why me?...
But still, my praise belongs to God and God alone...

                                                                                                                                                                                        By: Ashlem Omahe
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