Seek for Bliss

Hell-ridden I was, tethered to some pain 

Throbs I suffered, despair built me wholly, perfectly,

Every inch of me anguished, yearning for a tick of elation, at least

But gloomed girded me, and black was all I could see

I had some advisers, were patient enough to hear out my woe,

They also attempted to narrow my dim, 

A whole lot of trials,

And I finally found bliss

Some suggested the feet of god,

And sprouting into a saint 

While some suggested a pleasure of dope,

Assuring a glimpse of eternal paradise 

But true bliss I found in toil,

Gravitating, yet rising with the tide of time,

Enduring a few cuts and gashes, I stood stalwart,

And delight drained into me, my heart, my soul, and my existence.