Like A Scorpion Poem by deborah mae lacay

darkness has enveloped the bright clear sky
the tears never seem to run dry
slowly and softly like sad water they flow
taking away my life's passionate glow..

i wonder if i had been doomed to fall
like a lowly scorpion i have to crawl
to be stepped upon by life's most cruel forces
hiding behind the softest voices..

lowly as it may..its steps may only take one at a time
the limbs may show difficulty to climb
but never underestimate its innate power to resist
its sting must be telling something else..