Drowning in Suffering

2011-11-04T14:00:00.000-07:00

Dear President Obama:

This is a final plead,

I’m in dire strait, the waves are casting on my shore

I will not wait, as drowning was not in my final plans.

Will you come to aid me my fellow man.

I scream for all those that have been in this place.

Hiding behind this unfateful fate, hidden pain behind my face.

Cast me your line and help me ashore, I don’t want to sink

I have in the past with my karma, I shall no longer think

That I have do this alone again, my fellow friend

I don’t want this to be the end of ends.

Winds are blowing harder, cutting my skin
rains drenching, filling my pores.
Staying stuck in static was not the Divine's plan
for all of us, humanity, all man.

Poem

Drowning in Suffering