It's morning
Sunrise is out shining like diamond jewels
Why am I sad then?
Feeling discouraged, heartbroken
My heart is beating like its coming out
Breaking free from my rib cage
Why does it feel so strange
To wake up in the morning, not knowing your purpose
You wondering in your thoughts
The mind is troubled
I regret this
Opening my eyes
I wish I can cry, tired of listening to this lies
Like 'everything is going to be alright'
'Thank God for waking up'
I'm exhausted
There's nothing to appreciate but sadness
Holding on and never letting go
Slowly draining my soul
I regret the mistakes of the past
I feel as if I was born under a curse
A hopelessness life
Where suffering is my vow
To stress and depress
Till death steal my breath
Bound to this shameful time
My days are dark no matter how hard I try
They say keep praying and your future is bright
But all I see is darkness, a future inside a grave
Am I a slave, not one of the brave?
So in this page, I seem like a troubled sage
Wondering if things were going to be better if i was a guru
But my blood type is one of the weak
One of the meek
Humbled in spirit
Humbled by failures and disappointments
Don't I deserve to be happy
Or I'm predestined to despair
Men and Women please!
Say no word
You like to advice when things are going accordingly
As you tasting the fruits of success
Allow me to vent out all my misfortunes
Allow me to speak, to write down and sulk in my moments
Maybe tomorrow it will be you in my shoes
Or me in yours
So how would you expect me to treat or say to you?
Again it's a new day, to feel more pain
The only friend I have
The sunrise
The sunset
I curse the rain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
But my blood type is one of the weak One of the meek Humbled in spirit Humbled by failures and disappointments....... again a new day. sunrise and sunset. i want to be happy. where are you my God. A cry that reaches the doors of heaven. tony