Christian Eliab Ratnam
My heart upon weak shoulders I carry,
My soul evaporates by the hour.
I observe the times, cold and dreary,
Every second saps natural power.
Silence both kills and revives me,
The air my breath takes away.
Everything seems distant and foggy,
Despair inches closer by the day.
Each night brings much promise of happiness,
I scarce can close my eyes.
Morning brings forth restlessness,
Misery comes alive.
I cannot put my finger to,
What disappoints me so.
For life is but a fleeting thing,
Suspense it takes in tow.
I look for what I cannot find,
I find what I hate,
Tricks of the meanest kind,
My heart burns and aches.
Copyright © Christian Eliab Ratnam 2012
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