The Common Man

When life gives you little too short to cope with your so called fate

He asked why he was born in cruel

Fitted and burn with fuel

The child whose friend is the sun

Turned to be a common man

Was caught captive in his own dream

Drag along to people he can't lean

Shackles bind, can't run

A life of a common man

He looked forward each day

To see the sun looking away

Like an empty dried plotted river

Begging the sun to be nicer

Haven't you had enough he say

if not, just take this life away

For no one's brave enough to stay

To give this common man a ray

Can't the sun be nicer?

Can't the wind be soft?

why does anyone want to fight it

when I don't have anything to cope?

Author's Note

thank you for reading! I'm very open for feedbacks about my work!

Reviews

[Arundass TP]

Beautifully written poem. Enjoyed reading