I cry ,I cry
In shadows cast by fickle fate,
A tale unfolds of sorrow’s weight.
I bleed,I bleed
Where bad luck’s touch, with icy grip.
Through wounds that make the heartstrings rip.
Oh, cruel hand of fortune’s game,
Why dost you mock with relentless aim?
My twisted jests, thy mocking sneer,
Bring forth the anguish, the bitter tear.
From dawn’s first light to twilight’s fall,
Misfortune dances, as if to enthrall.
I whisper, I whisper
About shattered dreams and hopes so bleak.
A lifetime’s worth of tears I’ve shed,
Each drop is evidence of luck’s cruel tread.
Is it because I am but a pawn in life’s cruel game,
Destined to bear the weight of misfortune’s name?
Through tears that fall like summer rain,
A strength emerges, amidst the pain.
With each setback and blow that befalls,
A phoenix rises, within these walls.
So let me cry, and let me mourn,
For in sorrow’s depths, strength is born.
Though bad luck haunts, with every breath,
I’ll rise above, conquering its death.
Through tears and pain, we’ll sugre above,
And rewrite the tale with a triumph of love.
But in this darkness, a glimmer remains,
A flicker of hope through endless strains.
For bad luck’s touch may wound and scar,
But Oh my resilience shines through, as brightly as a star.
I play ,I play
A game of life, Till the ominous cards Stay away.
-By Micasow_Gimis