My dreams still mumbling in my head
When morning comes and there’s no light
I dreamt of salt I dreamt of bread
But waking up there’s none in sight
My fate was written all this time
I cannot change what’s carved in stone
I trade my torment for a rhyme
Before my life away is blown
What once I had now I have lost
And nothing could joy to me bring
I live and wait my life to exhaust
While hanging from a string
At least I know that in the end
The one who has endured the most
In God’s eye will the most ascend
Forever will be graced his ghost
Tell them I died of a broken heart
Let my name be remembered tomorrow
For I have suffered alone and apart
Let me borrow your pen for my sorrow.
True story of H
February 2018