Plight Of Life

Drenched in my tears, my ink i spend
For life with little right but so much wrong
And each alone with his own spirit fend
In life though short but miserably long

Hurt, my soul doth feel inside
For all pains in life we live by
For though walk we, far and wide
Those things will always be, that make us cry! !

poem by Okonkwo Osamedua. Allen
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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