POEM: "Pain"

"Pain" 

When hope dies

And dreams defer.

When giant trees hinder

And Help deter.

Souls become pregnant with fear amidst anger.

Beware, they unleash their displeasure.

I have been somewhere.

Labored in sweat and tear

to secure my future.

Some relief I required

And hoped it be permitted by my master,

Perhaps my soul may sing

at my supplications being heard.

and heavenly bells may ring.

But all denied!

Lol.

I must be a fool.

So it seemed for I

to think my dreams I could meet

And that was not the first.

My dreams will not be chained, said I.

Neither will it be flawed

nor held as the cloud.

Alas, he plundered.

My master.

He plundered my wears and gains

and left not a finger.

I returned in dirt.

My sweat and wear,

putrid enough to make the wind silent

I toiled in vain

without a scintilla of relief from pain.

POET: Crabbe Nathaniel.