me...
Here I am, soaking in the tub of pity I filled myself. Every turn, I curse my situations. Every thought is shame as I lament on my own being, my own character. Joy is far, I can only see misery, and my eyes are weak and failing. I let my heart be weighed down, I tried lifting myself up, but I'm weak and failing.
My heart is heavy from the intense desire I built up in me for her.
My head strains from the anxieties I unreasonably entertained regarding my future life.
My body struggles against the plight I am in, the obligation of serving National Service.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment