#review #woeisme
WOE IS ME.
Life seems bewildering like a maze. Some instances feel ravishing and some in the arms of haze.I keep pondering when is this supposed to cease, when will i fade.
Can't bear the thoughts of the morrow,They intimidate like a tempestuous wave.
Where is the balm of my woe?
Was i not fit for destines grace?
I wholly yearn to relish life's melody,did i sound too
profane ?
Before long i came across a stranger in a cerebral lane, His mouth was open ...he was nothing but bones, trying to say something but all i heard were groans.
He finally told me he was running from woe never to realise how old he did grow.I scrutinized closely,a likeness did i see ...did not want to give in but ohh it was me.
WOE IS ME.
Life seems bewildering like a maze. Some instances feel ravishing and some in the arms of haze.I keep pondering when is this supposed to cease, when will i fade.
Can't bear the thoughts of the morrow,They intimidate like a tempestuous wave.
Where is the balm of my woe?
Was i not fit for destines grace?
I wholly yearn to relish life's melody,did i sound too
profane ?
Before long i came across a stranger in a cerebral lane, His mouth was open ...he was nothing but bones, trying to say something but all i heard were groans.
He finally told me he was running from woe never to realise how old he did grow.I scrutinized closely,a likeness did i see ...did not want to give in but ohh it was me.