When Fate Is Against!

My keen starring at the past;
is quaking my dreams of the future,
and bleeding my eyes for the present.
A factitious beam appears from the face;
at the recall of many gone unsung paeans,
and in response to the threatening of fate.

No ado about anything!
The agitations from fate are more than enough to bear;
scaring away the relief of a fuzzy tomorrow,
stirring the fear of an already quaked dream!
That awaken the death of my calm starring;
opened up my mind to the shame of giving up,
which forced me to the service of action.

But my un-lucrative action brought meddlers with their feckless aid.
From them a blame of facetiousness raid.
Sending me to the adventure of a lugubrious qualm,
resulting the end a fatal lucrative harm;
as I'm left only with my bleeding eyes.
And no tears can the soul be lifted;
when fate is against.

© 2014 Bonaventure Onuabuchi

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Coyote Poetry

You write with a veteran and ancient word man pen. Create situation and places lived and accepted.
"as I'm left only with my bleeding eyes.
And no tears can the soul be lifted;
when fate is against."
I like the honest lines above. For some in the world. Only dead-end and closed doors. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote