Noiseless Disaster Poem by carlo sangutan

My body existed so unsure,
Thinking life to be too pure;
Hidden in a place quite obscure,
A patient who greatly needs a cure.

Ouch! I got sick! So sick!
People offered to solve a trick;
A habit of eating in every click
Made me feel to be a brick.

Oh! I got well! So well!
What a happiness I could tell;
A joy, little by little, locked in a cell
Made life turn back into hell.

What a deep sense of disgust!
A chance seemed to be a dust;
As an old iron easily get rust
Created new ideas beneath my crust.

Being strong became the main foundation
Of one's mind as for the whole nation;
My confidence aimed to reach perfection,
And caused me to do bad actuation.

Oh no! I passed in a wrong way,
Using my untrained knowledge astray;
How I wish joy and so I pray,
The new love be acquired everyday.

Creatures don't give me some attention,
Nor providing me little appreciation;
'Cause it's too late to have realization,
Now no one has the consideration.

Oh God, my Lord, my greatest master,
How can I break and kill this disaster?
To paint my joy and be a painter,
To share my love and be a lover.