At first, it was a friend that drove him into the mud.
It was the misery that broke his silent scream.
He felt nothing but discomfort in the pleasures of his heart.
His thoughts were empty and noisy with footsteps.
His life was bruised with torture and shame.
The needless drips of his desires left a scar in the heart of his mother.
His selfish ambitions brought darkness to his household.
The tunnel of good hopes left his room,
And the vessel of brutal fate was a rest in his chamber.
There was nothing peaceful to his sight,
Only words from an angered soul and utterances from the abyss.
He lost his hope for life and the title in the wrestle for his life.
Later, he met a man whiles climbing the ladder to his dreams.
He gave him something that could revive him to survive in the fight.
Behold! The power to turn curses into blessings,
The power to change your destiny from the worst to the best,
The power to live than to die,
And the power to restore than to destroy
He heard a voice that sounded like his mother saying;
BEHOLD! I GIVE YOU POWER.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great story that the world can relate to.10's