It's Not Worth It Poem by Joel Abbas Wayarda

IT'S NOT WORTH IT

Why is life bullying me for the wrong I cant recall;
Frustration becoming my daily crawl;
And what I dreamt about my life;
Is not smiling to my current strife.

My yester trouble;
Is a younger fellow to my present bubble;
And am not even sure of the color of the tumult tomorrow will bring;
My eyes are red and ready, song of sorrow to sing.

Let me put this heaviness on this tiny rope;
It is evident there is no more hope;
Let me tread the path of death in peace;
And let me find rest from the horrible bees.

Yes you are right;
But to sacrifice your glorious fight;
On the slightness of a rope;
That will end your voyage to the top;
IT'S NOT WORTH IT