Everyday is a strife
Silent prayer rent the air
Only wish the wind is in my favor
All the failure parents she calls out
Bad talk or would i say foul talk
Each day goes by,
And i watch as it goes
Each day a race
Trying to join in
But am weak and tired
Need to relax
But relaxing means failure
Just a second of weakness
Can cause me forever filled with regret
This is just the start and tiredness is enveloping me
I look to the heavens
If answers i'll get
But heaven is confused
And i look back forward but its a no no too
A little while more
Persevere more
Think of love and have pity
Maybe just that is my saving grace
I feel it working
Looking blankly at empty space
They do not yet know what i see
I see it, i feel it
The two possible results awaits me
Either this or that
It's either now or never
I think now and that is better
After all it wasn't all a waste
There is proof of stress
Not good enough but expedient it is!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another great write. Looking forward to reading more of your work.