A poem about how life treats every human.

Good morning Life

Gabriel T. Saah(Marvelous Inker)

I looked out from bed of red hearing the chanting of birds and bleating of goat, 

I saw Life pouring out wines that drunken anyone who dines with her,

from her vines as she was adorned in her white cloak. 

Then came in storming majestically her beloved, Reality,

Which become drenched with dew and die at morning.

Thanks for making dreams dreamers to throw away their dreams.

I'm glad you are a place this morning I can contemplate,

How your dew soaked others who might have won the race.

I'm glad that not even metaphor can decipher in-depth your source of energy,

To make bugs bugle in the grass and make travelers snuggle up in their paths.

Thanks for making Irony to become your son

while paradox Weds him with glittering truths far back as old,

You have done harm to those who came harmless and blameless,

Scorching up their skin up to their bones,

Thanks for sharing with me the affection of reality,

Giving me contrast between expectation and his cousin reality.

Thanks for sharing with me that betrayal is all I can get from life,

You have shown me how one must suffer only to find his sweat sweet in the mouths of men who never made any help.

Your back has become turned as a sign of betrayal, 

as he storms in on me and rip my virginity apart,

Thus leaving me with the sorrow to ponder on as a far as  my morrow.

Giving me promises of light at the tunnel's end.