Struggle

 

In the race against the fluxing river

Saw the reflection of Camus

My struggles for my conquest are failures

Sometimes, the fluxing river caught me.

Or sometimes I was trapped.

Nazis forced my soul 

To sweep their sole with my tongue.

I was objectified, misused,

nullified, perished, 

misunderstood, terrified,

humiliated, hated, 

petrified and wounded...

I became a masochist and send me to the land of Oblivion.

Thou fashioned me as a stone of other's eye ( not even a speck or log)

But 'i' know that I will become a potential weapon.

My struggles only paved way to despair.

The oozing wound in my heart

made me nausea.

Some narcissist ridicules my struggling life.

( I don't care)

But my rebel was not done

even death cannot stop me.

 I will rise again, struggle again, rebel again.

I won't stop my struggle

Until my conquest of Love is manifested

For I am what I was