Pain Within

Every night I go to bed

The soul within crooned

At peace, the world around

Except for me the hound.

Why had my peace departed?

Why am I so troubled?

The whole night, I tossed

Wetting my pillow behind.

All because my enemy prosper

All they got was what I desire

Envy build with me more

Giving birth to a jealous nature.

Forgiving others heal me

Being satisfied is peace

Moving on against failure

Is the progressive culture.

We plan many

Achieve scanty

Lust every

Becoming a tyranny.

Life is much beautiful

As we transform kind from cruel.