Like gold is tested in fire

The wasted hours go by,
As I sit in the hole,
Peering at a small sky,
The walls are caving in,
As my heart bleeds,
Eyes dim to see light.

Once I lived in heaven,
Drinking the nectar of life,
Gracious was my heart,
Living in the light,
Was a blessing for me.

I see my both lives,
And ask the one above,
Why must I endure this?
“Like gold is tested in fire
So must you endure”- he said.

– – – written by Richard Mathew