Seven long years and pain couldn’t put you down
I let my hand shake, but won’t put on a frown.
Disfigured physically and mentally, yet braved
You’ve braved through the alarming tides.
The drag, years on, gave way to roughened smile
And the weight of living a dead life
When future is no longer relevant or ambition
But consumed by the sorry pills of life
Amidst the debris of broken hope
And crawling days which has no end,
You’ve fallen again, but
I’m right behind you my friend.