BOY IN THE COAST OF SUFFERING

BOY IN THE COAST OF SUFFERING

Everyday seems like I am threading a golden pathway of bitterness
like I am getting farther from achieving a feat
The long unending walks to that promised land
The heavy world on my little head

I know I am not the only one swimming in this ocean of suffering
I know other boys have their future broken into innumerable pieces
I know images of a blissful life lies derange out there
Whispering to limbless boys to come get benignity

Sometimes, I feel it is only me who the world have it back turned on
Firing beautiful arrows of hateful loathe at.
Sometimes, I wish I could just look up the sky for some strings of hope
But no, the sky have it angry and ugly gaze on me
All I want to do is to sit and cry

This is not the life I envisioned
No, it is not the life I dreamed an eon years ago
In that vision I was a King, giving orders in a palace
But now all seems like a piece of broken dream waiting to be thrown into a burning furnace.