When I sit at _times_,
I think of things that makes me _throb_,
Things left unnoticed at _prime_
that make us _sob_.
Take a look at the saddened _ladder_
trod to sudden _grieve_,
How we've strived _harder_
and hoped for help with _believe_.
When we ought to _work_ ,
We didn't had _fun_,
We worked when ought to _work_,
Why aren't we having _fun_?.
We ran miles to live _better_,
We trekked barefooted for _hope_
and came back where we left _littered_
for better _hope_.
This moment my reflections _ran_
through those terrible _times_,
When the skies were _wanned_
and we laid on a slum of _slime_.
It got my reflections while _sleeping_,
Sleep not; come to think of _it_,
You need to peep _in_
and hint paths to make _hits_.
©Williams.A.Beloved