Into a world class of shit,
My life transformed.
I work hard everyday,
But still live less.

Hope nowhere to be found,
Sweat almost to drown,
Effortlessly try to claim a place,
No more to feel down,
Troden by unsatisfying thoughts,
Cool will be the day I find comfort.

Not a single mouth utterance exist,
To give me a golden comfort,
Living as a pauper has been the best,
But tormenting option.
Suffering has become my bitter portion,
The fate that I’ll say life had to offer.

With ease for them seems to be,
Way of doing things,
Seems they live but to me I only exist,
My dawn invites with hot sun and ends with total darkness,
Vision blurred from greatness,
My painful thoughts must end,
I must seat to proclaim goodness,
Not always pain and hell.

Every story deserves either a good or bad ending, they say,
Limited time I have,
History has to be rewritten,
My story must change to a better version,
Living in despair won’t be my portion again,
I’ve swallowed my pills of hope,
Anticipating for an outcome.

To light I must shine,
With grace divine.

Duet By: Linski_254/ BIG M JOE and Whisper of Dawn and Dusk.
© 2021