I was in deep thought,
when someone gave me a broth.
I was confused and surprised.
I prayed it would not be my demise.
I declined his offer,
but he insisted improperly.
He fished a spoonful of soup,
and it just looked like poop.
I struggled with his action
and forced me to the portion.
He grabbed me on my jaw
and glared at me in awe.
I felt chills through his stares,
and I could see all his cares.
Was it sad that I saw?
Like his soul had been sold.
I just felt pity for him,
I saw his sorrows in teeming.
He was a neglected boy,
who never received a toy.
Sometimes he was beaten up,
and wouldn’t let him be by his pop.
Because of a failed given task,
he tried to put a smile like a mask.
He worked hard on the farm
as if it would work like a charm.
Pleasing his parents made him a fool,
hatred started to deepen like a pool.
His effort was wasted,
it was underappreciated.
Before he realized it,
he was already in a pit.
His life drastically changed,
as if he was freed from a cage.
He lived his life restlessly
and treated life hopelessly.
One night he committed
a sin that should be convicted.
He escaped like a fugitive
and lived a life of secretive.
He got married to a girl,
who had experienced twist and twirl.
His past seemed to be trivial,
she didn’t care about the slayer’s arrival.
She was happy to find someone,
who would stand for her as a man.
But she was deceived by her illusion
and realized he was a disillusioned.
A year passed and she bore a child.
Two years passed, he became a dead child.
She once thought it was the price.
Of the deed, he had done out of cries.
I saw tears falling down,
from his old face in a frown,
He resorted to violence,
and forgot his innocence.
I wondered if he did repentance
because he was given a second chance.
Well, he seemed to be repentant
and tried to focus on what was important.
~Rethaf and Rethom. Yearning for the One. (p.57)
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