How

Question remains

They ask me to hold on,
When the heart beats doth morn.
How am I supposed to hope,
When every support has come to a stop.
When no ray of light doth penetrate,
When all around me is only hate.
When the blood running in veins have given in,
When all that's said for me is sin.
When the breaths think that they run in vain,
When all that was once white is covered in stain.
How am I supposed to remain cheerful,
When the torture continues but my endurance limit has reached to full.

Reviews

[Raghib]

Sins and pain are a gift. They teach you about the most important thing. And that is you, yourself.
But the question really is how much can one endure. Hate, pain, desperation - you have a breaking point.
A good read afterall. Made me think a lot.

[Mikku]

Thanks for your appreciation.

[Mustafa Merchant]

Very interpretations of life’s despaire situations. Good wrok

[Mikku]

Thanks a lot 😊

[θεά]

"How much can one endure?" - is the beat question.

The world is replete with its cunning and cruelty and can the sensitive heart go on without succumbing? Well written.

[Mikku]

Thanks a lot