Dilemma

         As they fall into my eyes from a dark gray mournful sky

What a feeling may come to tolerate this pain in the neck

To seek vengeance and struck a sword of thorns

To keep me bleeding in a bed of crimson petals

I could take anything but not this rage of crows

As it keeps killing me over and over again

When would this miserable part of my life

Takes it’s final bow and never be back

But everything has a purpose when it comes

Every problem can make us all better persons

We should analyze and take what problems give us

For them to be a tool to make us well-built human

Dreadful experiences laugh at us at times

When we panic and risk our beloved lives

Just be strong and intelligent enough to think

For we can change this mad man to a marvelous dream