Birthday

Tope says:

A new dawn

A new year, age-borne

A new reminder of another year gone

An anniversary of that morn when I was born

The pain, the knowledge,the secrets I've borne

And I still live on

Albeit many regrets

Witnessing so many deaths

Seeing so much strife

Heart breaks like a thousand stabs from a single knife

Still, all I can do is praise my Creator

Praise my lonely soul's Author

For He's kept me till this moment

Albeit all the despair and torment

He still guides and guards me

His blessings more than the sea

Ignoring all my mistakes

He still soothes all my aches

Giving me solace in stormy weather

Feeding me like He does birds of the Aether

All I can do is glorify Him

And although, so gentle and righteous I may seem

A sinner I am in His Holy Presence

With mangled thoughts from a gangrene festooned mind

In me He still finds a loving essence

A wayward lad that gives no mind

A sinful child who seeks favour

And his Father lavishes him with more

As I seek forgiveness do I sin

With a stubborn heart so dark and mean

An heart loath to repent

Buh my Creator dutifully mends my dent

Now a New Era's come with this year

May all this poor sinner's desires be met

To my pleas may God lend an Ear

Now my stage's set

My dice are cast

And I need good changes set in fast

In Joy,Glory,Mercy and Blessings shall I bask

May I be granted all good I ask

Plenty pay for little tasks

lightening fast strikes against enemy barks

All these I desire oh Lord

Grant them to me with the force of an everlasting flood

Amen

Dead Hope

Tope says:

Lying on the bare stone floor

Crickets chirping at the door

Rats racing across his legs

squabbling over remnants and dregs

Now he looks up to the ceiling

His vision filled with a rain soaked decking

Sagging, held only by mere paint

As all hope seems so faint

Mosquitoes buzzing around his head like a troublesome halo

He tries to weep but his tear sacs are shallow

As the hurt drills into his bone marrow

This day shall never leave his memory

The pain,the hurt,the let down's so gory

The heat smothering him like a special hell

He can barely breath, talkless yell

As sleep eludes his hard locked eyes

His heart beats a staccato like hammer on ice

As he ponders, why he was born this way

From hand to mouth like a deranged pauper

As to him,only shelter holds sway

A warm bed and sheets are a tall order

As far fetched as a flying tower

So he sleeps wherever night meets him

And hope the vigilante don't go on a searching spree

And he lays him down to rest

Lying in a position that suits him best

As sleep eludes his weary eyes

He feels the Fates play his life at a game of dice

As hope escapes him day by day

He still looks up to search for the golden ray

For he knows, come what may

One day, he shall have a smooth bed to lay

A cushion to rest upon

Hot food in the early morn

A toilet to defaecate

His personal tub to have a refreshing bath

He knows, come what may

This hardship shall have a reprieve

This hollow in his heart shall one day leave

As his wealth grows, his spirit glows

He knows this hardship will become mirth

As he lays him down and his breathing slows

He knows hardship isn't a curse from birth

He knows it won't continue to his death

Now, his eyes droop in heavy slumber

As he takes a last breath and passes on yonder