A Tale Of Pain

When he closed his eyes, he saw his past.

He had a spouse, two children, and a shelter above him.

This will always account as a sweet memory, but

For his children who looked up to him, likely not.

Hoping for a new start, he would look up at the sky’s jewel.

At a time he was full of pride, for he had everything

That a man would ever dreamt of. When the typhoon finally hit,

He still remained confident, for he had over confidence on his

Future to come. He figured why misfortune would ever happen

To him, for he had never committed any sin.

As days rolled by, the job that once relied on him,

Became something he daily began to depend on.

Once stout-hearted man, now filled with overwhelming fear of

How he too, would lose his job like his neighbors near.

A man with no guilt, suddenly indulged in guidance of God’s ways

Hoped his daily toil would gain His blessings, which he would

Clutch to his heart, for he only hoped for his children and

Spouse to live under a dwelling place, with no problems at sight.

Times were to him very harsh, for his job cut his pay.

At a point in his life money was all, but now hope had the power

To conquer all, but for he it was already too late.

Clutched at by trouble, his faith cried for help but

Never did he receive the comfort he requested for, he wept with his wife

For their old heavenly life, that they never had truly appreciated.

He felt that not a penny would be freed, for when his

Dead body is found sleeping in the earth-hall, screaming for peace

And nothing but tranquility, for his transcending sins.

The living sorrow of life, simmered in his eyes.

Now with nothing to provide for his family, he was left with no glory

Nor pride. For his life was nothing but morbid, of sweet memories

He wept of, sweet memories he dreamt of. All this lasted as a dream.

A dream that could never buy him his true gold, the happiness that had

Once lasted in the family. His true sin, he finally saw was

Not seeing the value of his jewel, until it was surely lost in time.

Thus he was not gifted to carry solace, until he gasped for air.

The tears in his eyes, the dream in his pearl-white smile

All portrayed the world of what was to come, when one lives with fear.