Sometimes you wake up...

Sometimes you wake up in the morning,
Only to realize another day beckons without warning.
Will it be yet another day aggrieved for as hours pass by?
Or will there be a slight misjudgment as time fades with each tear you cry?

Sitting and pondering over the years that swept past so quick,
Mishaps and circumstances that caused such great a conflict.
And yet you silently question all that which has occurred,
Was it a play of fate of words that recurred?

And as each one silently walks along their own path,
You're left but hopelessly wondering why nothing would ever last.
Why was the same routine continually replayed,
Of their actions and thoughts that brought all this pain.

Looking around helplessly clutching unto those broken pieces upon the floor lay,
While upon your lips are God's names to which you silently pray.
Is it so true that He knows your every action before it appears?
Then why is it so that His presence is not felt to banish all those fears?

Is the path of life always delved with pain and grief,
Where for just a small fortune you'd accept another belief,
Where lies and deceit form the heart and core of your thoughts,
And against God's true words each one has now fought.

You're forced to recall those days long gone by,
Those years when the only question asked was "Why?"
Remembering those days when one soul was forced into seclusion,
For their words burnt through her heart and repelled each illusion.

When some days even the tears you could not stop from falling down your cheek,
When you could not muster the courage to face them for you were too weak.
When days were always grey and bleak,
And there was no end to the misery that they forced you to seek.

The good and happy days no longer linger in your mind,
Those memories are something to which you remain so blind.
Hardly even able to recall what may have happened a few years back,
It's just empty thoughts that waves in submissive attack.

And yet you still wonder what keeps you alive.
Is it some sort of hope or mysterious hands that force you to survive?
Or is it something deep within that cannot watch you fall down,
And in your own sorrowful life you cannot even drown.

You're thinking of those days when you were forced so deep beneath the ground,
And even your friends would watch silently and push you even further so as not to be found.
Or those days when you'd weep over the events of that particular day,
Where you were found lost, alone and lingering in a mound - astray.

Was it always suffering that you endured?
Were there no achievements to which you rejoiced?
Was it always this tale of fallen, trodden, broken and bruised?
Was there never a time when you were not used?

Cannot remember nor cannot be forced along thoughts that are not true,
The masks behind which all hide their intentions few.
Was it always like this or have certain misconceptions entered into my mind?
That only grievances and pain are daily what I find?

It's the uncertainty of one's actions that leave one confused,
It wasn't over false actions that one was accused.
It was as autumn leaves change their color,
And new faces and tastes one may soon discover.

I may not know what remains in store for me each day.
Whether tomorrow will shine with sweet words that all would say.
Or whether the tasks of tomorrow may leave me with a great weight,
Upon my shoulders to bear this untimely fate.

Tomorrow is unknown as today is filled with pain,
And even the oceans of heaven cry out in each torrential rain.
The roads that we choose may depict our own fate,
Yet as morbid the vision may be - it's something to which all can relate.