Poem 72 : Air of Misfortune

 Air of Misfortune
                               - T ABRAHAM

It was the worst of all times,

The air of misery was surrounding,

To be a laughing stock always,

To be mocked at,

Worst of all is the fakeness,

Surrounded by new faces,

Faces of construction,

Faces for destruction,

Souls to recreate my wounded soul,

Souls to lean upon,

The misfortune keeps chasing,

Chasing till this day,

Worst of all,

Do they posses a heart ?

Do they have a brain ?

Totally evil,

Just like the legion,

Christ will drive them away,

They would drown and perish,

Your broken soul will be mended,

Will be mended with God's love.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

From Miller Memorial Library to the Anna Centenary Library - 25/06/2023

Poem 109 : Need or Want

Prose 1 : One Human Body But Ten Fingers