VICTIM OF CIRCUMSTANCES

I was down in sheol
Half the time
Illutionize to existence
Ceased to acknowledge life’s purposes

I play reindeer games
And named it survival
Life was salty
Unable to eat in content, only to digest with sorrow

I assumed pride lost it strength
And becomes weak to reach out
Thus’ it remains stuck to the vile pit of solitude
Depress was a damsel playing a sad songs with an harp

Grief to bare
Sorrow with fear
But who to care
Except’ anger’ carries the impression to characterized itself,

To tell a story why is it hard to let go
From the depress boundary of regretfulness
Presently did I vexed within my spirit
From the mistakes often made and seized to stop

All these were dejavu
Have me followed in circles
Beyond the reach of understanding
I oftentimes questioned myself and tied my own lips with repetitions such as

Why the horror of time succumb
To my presence
And becomes barriers preventing a change I anxiously seek
A change that I know will become the tidings of great joy