The Life Poem by Ellen Mendez

My days are not long enough
But, it takes too long that i couldn't even laugh
Searching things that could brings joy,
But nothing to be found, not even a toy

Living my life with agony and pain
Searching, seeking for a little gain
A life that has always been a blank book,
And no one even someone dared to look

Living life that has been treated well,
Is somehow a life that has always been on a dwell
Living a life that starts on success,
And now, suffering on unjust process

A life that has been curios to someones emotions
Trying to fixed things in my own delusions
Pursuing my help to someone on need,
While me myself, i can't precede

Living in my short life and journey,
Where i didn't found life as interesting to envy
Tired of smiling, tired of laughing
Tired being in choices of denying

My life that somehow can't appreciate things,
Always defined it as a tired, burden upbringings
Living in my own emotions makes me ill,
And no one even care to stand still

Life suffering in thy cruel world,
Where i defined it as a place of darkness broad
Living in this world makes me regret,
And its a burden, and hid as a secret

Trying to heal and laugh its sorrows
But, it was stronger than cupid's arrows
Portraying the past, and look its future,
But sorrow, pains, and agonies was its nature

Wondering when to start my desired life,
Where it was been started since i got a life
Life that registers only tiredness,
And look! , i was covered with darkness

Night and day comes as it used to be,
Where i defined it as nothing important to plea
Living in my lonely world as it used to be,
Searching a thing to be the reason to glee

But, in thy world was nothing to bind,
And i can't see it like a blind
Life that let it turns to dark,
My lamp, was never been on a spark

Life struggling in pain and agony,
I wanted to stop, doing nothing like any
A life that never appreciate its worth,
Waiting death, to end this life, that never been on growth!