*_Rusty Wheels On A Broken Cycle_* `````` Poem by A. Marvellous

_What do you call of this world? _
_—A broken hand on the eyes of time_
_Why is the future so dead and blind? _
_—living in the days of the dead unseen_
_A step ahead is everyone's dream_
_But trips are plenty, yet falls are even many_.
_Surely tears are torn and scars are empty.._
_It's like our hands are pushing on a solid wall, _
_Alas, is it a scripted war! _
_[It is! ]_
_Tell me—_
_Tempted to shout while I'm told to be shushing, _
_Anyway, just listen to me._
_This life's meals are cooked in hell's ovens._
_Did you ever listened to the cry of ravens? _
_I tell you, the cry is hopeless! _