scarred

Days being rough nights became tough 

Trying to go straight but challenges trying to make me bait 

Every fall tried to make me weak

absurd thoughts were at peak 

Harrasment was making me low 

 And Rage was giving me blow

In a dilemma of which way to go 

life seems to be a pendulum moving to n fro mind has become a Warfield

every trial makes me a looser seems no yield

asking a question again and again

when this barren land gets rain

When sun will rise again

When there ll be end of this pain .....