If mortal feelings, had true colors? <br /> If they could hide, in the abyss? <br /> How could I've touched suppressive thoughts? <br /> When they survive, in what's surreal. <br /> <br /> Again, I've suffered, in banished fate. <br /> Again, in mere existence, in time and space, <br /> To live in limbo, is to die awake! <br /> I'll but exist, await the day! <br /> <br /> Like, the fly, that waits, the spider's web. <br /> Like, a ripped mango, waits the fall. <br /> Like, the tragic Operas, of yesterday. <br /> Like, the old man's vision, fades. <br /> <br /> If destiny, dealt life's raw hand! <br /> If hurt, could be the joker's wild! <br /> If cruel, could be four of a kind! <br /> Then destiny, has dealt, my gracious sorrow!<br /><br />Carlos C. Torres<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cruel-destiny/
