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Adversity
When world becomes your very own dungeon,
Not sleep or dreams, your jailer gives but woes,
Your praisers, scarce, but critics count legion,
A drizzle of friends, but downpour of foes;
Wild weeds, in fields, flourish, while wheat withers,
Your well is scraped, not for water but dregs,
The wicked need be checked, no one bothers,
To tie Heaven's guy wires, no one has pegs;
The door has closed, but no window opened,
Luck came, but may have passed the other way,
Of things you ask, how could God not harkened,
Could angels have sung louder as you pray?
……And worst, you were raised to immortal stage,
…..But you forgot to ask of not to age.
poem
by
Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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