Weakness In Me! Poem by Jacques Sprenkie Mateya

I am putting these things into perspective,
The harder I tries, the more I push her to the edge
Slowly and surely we are drifting.
This can't be the brink of catastrophe.
It's a catastrophic of a dream.
And down, down in the hearts of my heart,
My emotions are twisted like a can.
Just as old twisted arm
All the veins are conveying a pain
These feelings are bottled and wheezing with suffocation.

The harsh and sash of yearning,
For what you don't have,
When you can have, With the capacity to have.
It's like spinning a coin both sides can't come out simultaneously.
Every thing here is fading away.
And my eyes are filled with tears.
Like a little child, cry to touch a fire
Why the bottom of the weal is the bottom?
When the bottom became the top, the top became bottom!
I am like long time oiled machine.
All I have is what i gave away
And what i gave is what wafted us apart.

Do you think Life melt like ice?
Its melt like fusing rod in an iron, hot as it is, melting
The injustice of reality,
My interpretation of the situation through the window of my eyes
A man's pride is not personified somewhere within him
And his energy is injected.
Then he can walk in the streets with audacity and resilience,
Counting on the firmness.