Dare not you end,
That which you can not mend,
Can you create from scratch,
Or possibly hope to match,
With all your treacherous insolence,
That which He shaped,
With His loving benevolence.
Is it not my life,
To live as I please
Is it not my days,
To end when I choose,
Is it not my journey,
To close when I’m weary,
Has it not been my pain,
And mine alone?
Life is definitely testing,
But count if you can, our blessing
Have we not consoled you with family,
Have we not exalted you with friendship,
Did we not give you love?
If naught else,
Did we not give you hands,
For you to sow,
And abundant limbs
For you to reap with,
The few scraps of your blessing,
Surely did wither in a fate, distressing,
You gave me no family,
Save for my strong Joe and gorgeous Emily,
Joe did perish brutally,
Drafted off to Germany,
Fooled by virtues of bravery,
And misguided love for his country.
Thus, when cancer came to claim Emily,
No friend or health care facility,
Would help curb my child’s misery,
And after she was long gone,
Not one did attempt to guard my sanity.
Tell me then, O Society,
What have you shown me,
Save for Melancholy after Melancholy.
He who is born, surely must die,
Had that not been nature’s first law,
From the day, Mother earth was born,
Though, Grief and loss are parts of life,
Patience is a steadfast wife,
Hence, turn your face to your lord,
Is he not a companion, undying?
Religion can be your truest guide.
If you have just a trace of faith.
I, too once held your religion as my armor,
I too once prayed day and night,
For a shred of hope, for a heavenly miracle,
All my prayers did fall to deaf ears,
Is not Nietsche then, in fact right?
Is not God indeed dead?
When I needed society most,
You society, was naught but a pressure pot,
You gave me loss, you gave me suffering,
And yet, there was not a single hand offering,
Solace or a way out of this never ending pressure,
Why should I not then seek solace,
In the steely warmth of this blade?
Why should I not empty this canister of bullets,
Deep into my heart, so hollow?
Life is naught but the hardest of tests,
Yet, I beseech you, don’t take the coward’s exit,
You have truly been through much,
Help is definitely out there, do trust,
Amidst the unlikeliest of corners,
New Friendship and new love does lurk,
It will reach you, if you let it.
If there is a will, surely there will be a way,
If you choose to start anew,
You would certainly find your way,
The mountain will come after the molehill,
Society was built by god for you,
If you choose to have faith and hold true,
You will surely savor its highest peaks.