Life like the vaulters of pain
They say, it can be sweet
and it can be dead bitter
Which have I learnt the
Most? Bitter.
The instincts of my
Happiness have always
Taught me to enjoy
My life to the fullest
But once it got sour
I had to bundle up
Because it’s a cold world
Out there and that’s facts.

Misery, pain , disbelief
Have all been my friend
How I survive it
Well, that’s a long story
For another day
My heart is consumed
With pain and disappointment
That sometimes it reflects
Negative instincts of whom
I ain’t . I look up to the sky
For inner peace but can
Only find myself feelin
Pain more , A sad soul
They say, is never at peace
Peace finds you don’t find it

Sometimes I just want to end
It all, but again my true me
Comes back to tell me of
Who I am and what I stand
For , truth , happiness and
Companionship, yet I lack
It at the time I need it most
I seek answers to my questions
From the almighty but the silence
From walls of my surrounding
entangles me and am left-devastated
I have no fling of hope
Instead my smile
Tells a different story
From a soul that is dead walking
Questions have answers
Will mine get answered ?
Well that’s a story for another day.

By: Bazimya Brian