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THE GIFT YOU HAVE by IAmLaiti
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WHAT HAVE I DONE? WHAT HAVE I DONE So painful sometimes, life comes that way Like HIV with no cure so does it Living crying lifestyle as normalcy In the house like nest of vultures Where jollity avails not but in the air What have I done to deserve this? My tears filling the pit I never dug Even parents died in my help need phase Haunted by spirits I never summoned to prevail Tracked to death by the dead in graves Married but no kids of my own What have I done to acquire such life? Still young but begot an old crone's face Jiving poverty's melodies in shanty pentagonal hut Strively earning like someone boiling water with solar sun Yet born crippled as if I came battling witches What have I done? Planned to achieve but acquired not even less Worked for little on undeserving human labour This life's burden has overweighed my limits What must l do my dear brethrens? For the sourness of life kills the living I'm always accused over cases I never commit Always on crossfire everytime I walk Always a suspect on every arising crime Even when my face blooms with innocence I've Traveled 3/4 world begging for help Troubled uncountless prophets pleading for mercy Still no change only terror My hope finally scattered like blowed chuffs I await God to resurrect me from shambles In the waiting palace of Christianity beings Written by IAmLaiti