In moments of bleak, smirk,
You wonder how it will work?
And of misery, roar,
Just like before there is no exit plan.
The more though scourge,
the more pain becomes a spouse.
The wicked mind restrain from knowledge and remain staggard from within ,pounding us from within.How have we harvested wisdom from all the pain ?
When though is bought by love ,bruises surfaces ,peers escape and all you left with is pain.l stretch my hand to hold on ,into the sky you fly free like a butterfly and above all ,l am enticed with the word "free".Thus l have to let you go and swallow the deep road of pain.