They say the last thing to leave a man is hope,
As he gets to the end of his struggling rope.
His faith and believe gets to evaporates into the thin air,
As he is faced with day time nightmare.
Every beat from his troubling heart, Becomes a life line to his world that is torn apart.
Living to him has no reason,
As life passes with every season.
His tears washing away all his unbearable pains,
As he labours day and night in vain.
Misery is the only available food to his soul,
Frustration and sadness forms together to make it whole.
In his world hate is a language that is always heard,
And love is a word that is never said.
Condemnation staring in his face like an imminent doom,
As the rain of destruction looms.
Death is not far from his doorstep,
As fate numbers his footstep.
Every of his hours, days, months and year,
Is being lived in optimum fear.
The taste of anguish swifting down his throat,
As he sails through the storm of life in an empty boat.
Nothing on earth is at it seem,
As he walks through the land of his broken dreams.
Stuck in the middle of nowhere,
With no family or friend to care.
His desire for good is the only thing keeping him going,
The strive for survival keeping him rolling.
The will to swim through life misery ocean,
Without the dent or alteration of his human emotion.
Drawing a line between wickedness and good intention,
Seeking a peaceful path to human salvation.
A path that will unite his past and future,
All his pains and gains in a perfect mixture.
To be able to build trust and to hope again,
For better days ahead like a life in a moving train.
To crawl out of the tunnel of temptation,
Taking a long walk to his redemption.
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