His Life

Smoking his life away, today
he thought of the way
he has been living his life
trapped between choices to run or stay

The failures he had got, he thought
and the success he had bought
the progress he has made, till date
on the lies, which no one caught

Each day leaves him tired, conspired
he never got what he desired
his dreams were never fulfilled,just killed
even as he, working, perspired

What led him to cigarettes and weed, the seed
of need of all the drugs, the misdeed
of taking them, he found,was to confound
himself and, plead for some omead (Arabic for hope)

For what he needs the dope, the hope
and why is he so moped?
why the little surrender, he wonders
Is it to climb up on a slope??

He calls himself a loser, the boozer
Alas, he himself is the accuser
he lives his life so low, so slow
and he is the only abuser

The reason is yet unknown, don't moan
he ain't alone, in his own zone
someone's there to help him, swim
up to the banks, out of the cyclone

by
dranz3r