Trials

Why are we to lose sense

When life’s teeth bite us?

Why are we living with pretence

Like a limb engulfed by pus

As it yells like there won’t be an end?

To the strike of crème white,

It inhibits all parts of the body parts as they bend.

Are we afraid of trials’ height?

Are we human beings not meant to circumvent

The horns, spears and arrows

Of life till they repent?

Why don’t we just keep our furrows

With the knowledge of a mission to accomplish

For the tearing of souls we can find our relish?