Bent Will Poem by Job Laz

Waking at the edge
Of sunshine
With moist palm, rubbing my brow
I ponder the day before,

Like a prudent pupil
I gaze into my routinely life
Seeking a hid out for my foaming tears
Grapping hard that often grabs suffocating my dreams

Yet with an indisputable zeal
I plough down my hard soil
Sail through the waves singing
Terror to my mind,

Nothing could deter my bent will
To trod the fields ahead,
Across the mountainous frost
Within the steaming mayhem.