Face of Adversity
Its deep and dark,
Inside the well;
Excruciating,
Just like hell.
The surface is,
A bed of thorns,
And pierced stones,
That make you bleed
With pain, and groan.
The walls are,
Slimy and filthy,
That make you tumble,
Whenever you
Try to clamber.
Stifling with
An air of oppression,
Sweltering with
The heat of suppression.
No ray of hope shines,
No shower of mercy pours,
No sign of escape appears,
No one answers knocks on the doors.
Afflicted by disaster,
Brutally tortured;
Here you are made to,
Go through the wringer.
A trap it is,
Which sucks you vehemently;
Leaving you traumatized,
In the face of adversity.
Inside the well;
Excruciating,
Just like hell.
The surface is,
A bed of thorns,
And pierced stones,
That make you bleed
With pain, and groan.
The walls are,
Slimy and filthy,
That make you tumble,
Whenever you
Try to clamber.
Stifling with
An air of oppression,
Sweltering with
The heat of suppression.
No ray of hope shines,
No shower of mercy pours,
No sign of escape appears,
No one answers knocks on the doors.
Afflicted by disaster,
Brutally tortured;
Here you are made to,
Go through the wringer.
A trap it is,
Which sucks you vehemently;
Leaving you traumatized,
In the face of adversity.
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