Journey

I am on a journey life, the mother-dog and I' just a puppy: Knowing nothing' but pain...animosity embraced only' by vain and daily cruelty' my hopeless body disheveled: upon the frosty dust' about where I'm helplessly tossed- hurting- man in resentful toil all' to know' ends foiled: Got then the soul of man' seeking his Creator but mystified by the muteness of a mysterious nature or apparently too weary now' our ears' to hear God: ignoble man' retarded now' in the ignoble dark, from the light of love' which gave he' his back: his soul' now enmeshed in the ballast of hideous strife and agony' his vain miserable days' now entrenched. Oh... all this' chose he' in his own folly.... and might never all the way' the grace of existing' feel unless he is taken down the gully... O how saddening: the grasp of a battered soul yet so young but already turned old rueful of his untold coming but no going back into mother's tummy. The awareness, how late! Where heads now my fate: in this journey...