So Many Tears

Planted on coarse grounds Without water, air and the sun He questions his existence Continually tossed by violent storms In an habitat of weeds that contest his survival Like an insect which fears the exterminator The anxiety of this conciousness blinds his scenery Constantly facing the threats of a wild life Growing without prunning Flooded by a community of traumatizing adventures The tales of his life story is like an epic tradegy Although it gives insight to a sad conclusion He could foretell it ended just when it began A music with melancholic melody It's tempo is filled with so much rage outmarching The beats can ignite an holocaust Staring through his desolate environ He witnessed the tears that gushed out like a fountain of waterfalls Leaving trails of despair Like an ill fated flight With no survivors He felt every depth of life's curse Because though it baptized him with awful predicaments He couldn't help but to sigh With a mountain heaped on his back and forced to run hastily His mind is opened to vices But his heart yearns for devices To circumnavigate this ship heading to deathcoast Where would the strength come from To pull up from this frosting cliffs The instigators against him is enough to propel this kite Which would love to fly in distant heights