Curled in the reality of life,
I am faced with challenges beyond me
And pains of struggles
I know not how it came about.
This is not a life I wish for myself
My voice cries out in the sunrise
And sigh down the sunset.
I am lost in the vast world of misery.
I asked; when will my time be?
When will the shoddy sky bright?
When will this pregnant cloud rain?
When will the children smile?
When? When? When?
A painful life though I lived
Through its thorns I was made wise; that,
Time and chance happens to all.
For when I thought less; came my time.
Poem by Unclejay