My Fate Is So Dark

Chongtham Ronikumar

My fate is so dark,
That I can't see it clear -
Like a storm with no warning,
It draws even near.
The air is heavy ,
The heat is cruel,
And I lack the shirts
To keep me cool.

Through summer 's fire ,
I fight alone,
With fragile hopes
And a tired tone.
At times, a whisper
Escapes my chest -
An ugly hope ,
But still my best.

It echoes truth
From deep within,
Though no one cheers
When I begin .
They throw stones
As I try to climb ,
Each step toward glory ,
Each inch of time.

They steal my past -
My precious days ,
Sip all I 've built
In wicked ways.
Yet I still rise
Against their scheme ,
Carrying the weight
Of my broken dream.