A Rigor Life Poem by anteaus berryhill

He use to have a rigor life
It was painful like a sharp knife.
Bills was not getting paid on time.
The taste of losing was sour like lime.
But he still take the pain as the tears drain.
From his mothers eyes.
He always try to keep a smile on face as a disguise.
The streets was dangerous.
Vicious criminals lurking around looking to be infamous.
To be famous for violence.
He look for jobs hoping that his mom would not be at risk of being robbed.
So his brothers and sisters would not starve.
He wanted to give up and not preservere.
He always suffer from the strggles which was servere and put him into fear.
His father left them with a single mother and they all dropped a tear.
But his mother thought that man was a true lover.
But she find out she had a liar.
The boy continues to walk hearing the winds start to crash against leaves.
Hearing the voices of spirits that bless him with a phone call the he receives.
He finally got a chance to get a job as he thank the lord on his knees.
He is singing happily and gracefully to the skies.
His rigor life will turn into a good life.
He do not have to suffer a painful sacrifice.
He is now blessed with christ.