Windswept Life By Joseph Ondu Poem by Joseph Ondu

Life seems so rough and tough.
Especially when you remember
your painful past.
No matter what one does; this
pain always last.
Turns one heart wistfully,
Counting things you lost that
should be merely lying by your side.
The will-o-the-wisp and the awful,
things that were beyond ones,
wildest dreams.

One winces for the painful
memories of the windswept life
that sticks always in ones mind.
Counting the love you lost,
The happiness and the future
you had wished for.
All in the package of this tattered life.
Those memories make one wimp,
get inebriated and teeter not to
remember and pre-figure.
Thereby hanging the tales, same
tales that later come to torment one.
Suggesting itself in ones future.


But sometimes being in sufferance
is part of ones life.
And life must go on in pain or in joy.
Scraping along by the difficulties
and succumb.
For there comes a time in life
when one will walk scot-free only
to drown in a happy-life toward
the end of the tales.