The feeling of loneliness that
consume every living breathing cell of me that can’t find a way to out of this
misery.
The feeling of nothingness that consume the way of living my life
kills.
Why do some of us so fortune to find the secret life of happiness.
Why
does some of us are left with nothing.
Sometimes I wondered of my fate was
death.
Not a person but the end of life.
I lie awake at night thinking of am I
fit to see my maker.
My origin.
The one who made me.
Put me to earth and
decided that my fate was with death.
All the happiness that came with life I
did not get.
I get the material things that the world offers but not the ones
can’t be bought by money.
How will I meet my maker feeling so confused.
How can
I have an angry feelings towards him?
No matter what, I cannot be angry with
him.
Because he is my one true home.
The place I shall one day return to.
The
definite place I shall go.
To whether burn or go to the eternal life in bliss.
So, where is my prince charming?
The one that dressed in white or the horrid
black?
-A
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