IT SHALL BE NO MORE

The angry mien of shoal stares at me daily,
Rendering me hopeless and miserable.
Is it in me the dictum of the sages shall fulfill?
“Cowards they say die many times before their death”
No I fear no death, rather I weep bitterly only for the
Pains and agony that marks my life.
Were it possible I would have died, rather than wallowing in miseries
Then is my soul relieved of a great burden.
It shall then be perpetual joy – joy in the great world beyond
Shall I but hang in ALKELDAMA to convince the world that I am the fearless fang?
Even then shall it be more tolerable in the days of Sodom and Gomorrah into eternity
My entire being feel bogged down in fear of been killed
All that I do though be it good is brandished in black mail and death.
I lead a godly life, yet in it lies all monstrous soul destroying.
I tried to live a friendly life but therein I became exposed to enmity devouring my righteous;
I am the bitter.
Where is my safety? O’ Lord! Tell me. Where shall have refuge in this life.
The monstrous upheavals of the antiquity of my previous incarnation that is responsible for all this?
Or does nature bear a hand in tyranny?
Even then all in life has a limit, but I tell you, there’s no end to my ordeal
My life can never be sung by the words of the mouth,
No man can tell of these antecedents of my saga.
For it is a long adventurous match; a match into eternity
The eyes winks at what it sees, for it shall be no more by grace one day.