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 endureâ€- he said.
– – – written by Richard Mathew
I might put this poem in my blog, of course mentioning the source. That’s perfect.