What if I wasn’t born?
It ponders me day and night,
What difference it would have brought?
That’s what makes me fell useless,
What did I give to the world I owe?
It is what proves my indigence,
I came a cropper in this game of life,
And a little frog in a big pond.
In this world of wise and strong,
I live like a nut-head.
Neither love, nor broken I fixed.
What a worthless life I lived.
No forgiveness I got from thee,
A turmoil and sorrow I see.
A thousand pray and plea
All fell away like water on a duck’s back.
This thought had gnawed at my confidence,
Had feed on faiths and hope.
But still I think
“I have job to do, a mission to accomplish”
So I was born and I am living
And so YOU are.
YOU ARE READING
Fallen To A Beast
PoetryIts really a painful feeling when you write something very true and honest from your heart for someone who left you giving you an liable reason but later you get to know that person was fooling you for your innocent nature. And its an akward feeling...
