April 27th, 2018

The greatest of sorrows now fall upon,
Deep as a trench and wide as a valley
Forgotten like gods
And stained like alleys
It is me, I find
The devil of cross,
It is me, I look upon
The gods in a trance
I must fight, fight and survive
Survive this ambush
between love and pride
Between hope and faith
one is false, other is lame,

between the stark contrasts of humanly hearth
I make another attempt...