Fathom Me

I know there will be sleeping enough in the grave Yet when i fast, i got hungry and sometimes rave Knowing fully well that the fast is not going to last. I see the cloud becoming thick, dark and brownish It rains, i expect the pains to perish. I have power, but i don't have strength I couldn't stay an hour in the mansion, I like it here in the tent. It taste like sweet in my mouth when i ate the mango But in my stomach it stood on one leg like flamingo The flowers are beautiful as confirmed by the eyes But who deserves the most credit? Is it the flowers, for being beautiful or the eyes for seeing it beauty lie. Before you see my trouble Try and see my struggle