Crawling Upward Poem by Danang Dwi Praditya

Once I laid on the rug of shame,
With a deformed heart and pinions lame.
I was about to send a treatise to the demon
Who gave me caress and remission?

I crawled a million times out of despair.
As I climbed to the fair,
But I went deep down into the sorrow.
O darkness hollow!

Awake beneath mourning ash.
Covered with a blade of rough sash.
I was going to run or leap.
But it always ended with flunk or even a weep.

I strive to deliver right
By passing a nasty nightmare every night.
Bless me with a fresh poison
Thus, I could feel the soothing diapason

Oh, Lord! Could I be saved?
From hell blasted?
Not! It was late.
My soul has matted.

No more persistence.
Or even a burden.
Could You give me much appeasement?
Then I could feel a sense of excitement.