Envisioning my own Misery

I do not see a future without

poverty and misery

Beggars and cripples,

I am among them

I can not envision a future

Without orphans and lonely people

There is no post-obit balance in here

 

Around time’s suffering, we are what we are

We will always be what we really are

I won’t be afraid

To show my sufferings

 

In hopeless debt, emotional crisis

I will survive and reach blindly

towards love, given never returned

 

Indebted to a ruthless universe

Whose to say that I did not ask once

For seething storms, hopeless years.

Among heartless skies and thorny rainbows

the hurting gifts of the nature.

I do not see a future, without

You in it, without the absence of finding

People like me, whatever it is, that I am. 

Reviews

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

Thoughtful, moving... This has depth as to human condition. Glad you wrote something about this. Moreover, the title of this piece is intriguing.. The content is just as the same. Hopes up! :x

[Dayran]

An intense impulse and condition that is not without a sense of its self worth and its proper place in the universe. Perhaps it suspects a less than balanced appreciation of its role ... personality ... and place in the scheme of things. Well written Bal.

[Balkaran Sidhu]

absolutely...it was like an echo from the personality..from soul in a way.thank you :)