Dear Agony

by Wabil Janjua
(Sharjah, UAE)

Six feet under, I lay,
On a ground so cold
Anger and agony,
The only true emotions I've known.

I fight this war unending,
Wielding swords of pain and misery,
Yet I've never seemed to win a bout,
Never knocked down my enemy.

Those exhilarating moments,
That clash of steel against steel.
I decided to make it them my purpose,
From these wounds I could never heal.

Orphaned on these streets,
Left to fend amongst these cold walls
Laying gambles with life over a game of fetch
Leaping to catch those thrown balls.

Reduced to mere pets,
The crushing weight of judgement defiles.
An orphan, an omen, stay away, run away,
The abuses stock up in piles.

Bare back, bare foot,
Walk on as those whips crack.
"Don't look me in the eye you filthy mutt,
You are nothing better than a rat"

Purest of heart,
Considered the devil's apprentice.
A face covered in soot,
And a soul that's beared injustice.

Bare back, bare foot,
Walk on as those whips crack.
"Don't look me in the eye you filthy mutt,
You are nothing better than a rat"

Bleeding out to death,
I fight for that one last breath.
But life seems to cling on,
As though i were under its debt.

I've lived my fair share.
Seen my half of treachery.
Craving a glimpse of love,
Yet handed down misery.

Six feet under, I lay,
On a ground so cold
Anger and agony,
The only true emotions I've known.

Yet now I see,
This world was never meant for me.
My place was here, among the angels,
With halos and harps. Full of glee.

So to you, my friend, I say.
This is all that's meant to be.
Take my hand, suffer through.
And in the end. We'll sleep peacefully under that shady tree. :)