70.

A Second Chance at Life so Cruel?


Why do I live in deathly pain?
And scream my silence to pouring rain?
Of futile dreams of better life
To proving oft that I can’t cope
With life, her cruelty bleeding swift
My blood-the glue to bind the rift
‘Tween life and death’s sweet fragile arms
Who calls so gentle, cool and calm
Who beckons me to join the few
Who took the chance of life anew