Where Art Thou? Poem by yakubu abukari n

When the chips are down
And your back is against the wall
When in your sorrows deep, you drown
And nobody hears your call

When only sleep is solace
Yet dreams torment
When some friends are a menace
Because they listen little, yet rush to comment

When your zeal to move ahead
Is crippled and nursed on a sickbed
And your dying embers of hope
Fade fast so you can no longer cope

When your heart is split asunder
By the lightning not, nor thunder
Where is that listening ear?
To take away your fear

Where is that consoling smile
To guide you through this trial?
Where is that uplifting word
To resurrect your spirit from the dead?