Tempest Poem by Martins Akhoeneto

You will never know how many smiles,
And how many aches that piles
Down within; in flooded tears
As memories awaken, - of barred years.
Many had gone through here; this place.
This path many more will trace.
But I passed here once, twice
I have been deserted and now despised,
Friends ran lost in worst tribulations,
Yet time, be my true consolation.
Everyday I dare for it sole end.
When nature had been a bitter friend
To me, still here and outclassed,
A road others graciously passed.