A String of Struggles
Besides days of defeats,
I've been held down by a string of struggles
preventing my feats...
who can fight fate and put an end to hurdles?
A happy man is the one who sees
his offspring prosper all their lives by fair deeds and words,
and surely his countless blessings
will keep his children safe through those violent storms.
I had friends but none of them deserved my full trust,
they had happy homes...never had to deal with a string of struggles;
did they think that it was vanity to have kept my space?
I gave them each breath and heartbeat believing they were honest.
A wounded heart can never heal without forgiveness....
as if the blade that pierced it was never removed from its warm flesh;
before it bled and felt a pain so sharp causing madness,
now it is numb and having stopped beating, it'll be nothing but ash.
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2013
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