Strapped and choked by obscurities in the field
Stripped and turn by thorns and thistles
Where the heart longs for respite
Yet finding none â?¦
Trailed and befriend by the vi-vicissitudes of life
Antagonized by joy,
Sent to Coventry by laughter,
Fortunes refuse to smile on me
Badly battered by the smite.
I am smitten
Looking for help where there is none and
Almost conquered by the conqueror
In my irksome imimpedance anguish and quip.
Is this life all there is?
Where cometh my hope?
Not from nobles sure
