Daily, we struggle.
We struggle to survive.
To survive our hard times
And our tough times.
From the shackles of hunger
To the chains of endurance.
From the fetters of quietness
To the brass of anger.
We strove. Yes! We strove not to
Look like what we go through,
But still, it’d somewhat be boldly written.
Boldly written on our foreheads.
We yearn for survival in the abyss of this world.
We are tired of the wilderness of life.
I hope that, surely, our situations teach us morals.
Morals that shall escort us to our graves.