Hopeless Nothing Poem by Susan T. Aparejo

Aiming High and hit the mark?
Impossible now,
When everything is lost,
nothing remains.

Why humans influence
to be bad?
Why conscience is absent
to them? every ready to steal
to live in a second of comfort.

I suffered, my dream wrecked.
They stole my ace, ICT today,
It pains me inside
how could I win?
when my ace is lost?

May the Judas be punished,
May he never sleep
thorns be injected in his heart
to suffer what I feel
not for judgment day
but
TODAY.