I know You are in pain,
I know you are drained
By the challenges
That can’t be explained.

I know you are tired,
Tired of Peril
That seems not be altered,

Like oscillatory motion,
Tossed to and fro
By the words of men.

Tilt to the peak of giving up,
In the room where there is no lamp,
Seeping through your vein ,
The tears of the pain and damp.

But if only.
If only you see beyond the destitutes
Pain of yours.
If only,
Like a spectacle of an eyes,
You see beyond the...