I sit in the dark with eyes stare at none
With my heart so heavy as mound of stones
So faintly I hear its murmurs of pains
Of why the travails cascade down my way
I lay my head with face buried on the pillow
Wishing the woes were surreal thoughts of fate
And merely a sojourn of trials to unravel with ease
Never to stay till my soul withers and my body wilts
Each day a bitter pill to swallow as I rant in fierce
Before my eyes are waves of rigors and roars of hurts
Like the descent of a stream the influx of the waterloo
That fails to cease as it runs through my very core
Tomorrow a time to tread on paths parched by whines
With tears of dewy eyes and lips of red from bites of fear
Another road with skid marks of failures along the way
Again I ask when to find my rightful abode of true joys
I wait in vain for life with shines of hopes for blithely days
When tribulations can no more encroach in my journey
When it would come i leave it all to Him with tinge of gripes
Of why I am always with the shadow of adversity in life
My heart is weary with my soul so washed out as it awaits
The time when God would grant the desires of my prayers
Whilst my heart thumps for breath and my mind thinks as well
I wish for life with paints of joys and only a dash of sadness in it
