My lamentations

Just the ordeal of a man

Weeping and crying has turned my companion
Every smile I give now turns fake
My body has become weak and feeble
My bones are getting shattered

My faith in the being I seeth not
Being that is the most supreme
'Tis keeps me going
Although its becoming weak

Are prophecies even real again?
Does dream still come true?
Is there a place of rest?
I think I know the answers but confused

How long shall I have to endure?
Why are there afflictions and problems?
Why am I a partaker of it all?
These are my lamentations

Author's Note

Ignore the grammar problems, its basically how things go through the mind of someone in problem its not a work of art

Reviews

[Quill]

well live sucks, we all have to deal with things in our daily lives, although there are those few that could turn things around for the better, can you (turn things around).