PAINFUL REMINISCENCE

My blood had ran so fast than ever

The bones get brittle every hour,

Than the hopes of a winter rain

Having become so desolate as a wet tombstone

Getting deadening as weak dead nails

Paying my tithe as a faithful worshiper

Holding every breathe worse than faintly

Resting in plenitude, yet lacking

In a life intertwined by hatred and uncertainty

Overwhelmed by chagrins and misdeeds

O! My bleeding mentality

Whose sensitivity had gone swaying

The innocent marrows are melting swiftly

Like soaps in oil so hot and boiling

I wish I could be smiled at, by luck

Or better still; keep me strong by your trust