My future lies in my distant day.
All days past by
jerk lies my thought
My previous days were weak
few were strong.
My pandemic is the days of defeat
I cried with husk as it drip through my face feet.
I fought with might in the days of war
but all those days my heart was grieved.
My heart them pump,
with altitude of rise like the sunrise,
raise in the days of hay.
All day pass is the paramount of my life
Submitted by Jcynicjerry Akene