Rolph David
The Uneven Hand!
Oh life, your game is cruel and full of spite,Your riddles twist like vines around my feet.
You dress in guile, as day is clothed in night,
And never grant the solace I entreat.
Why must you mark me out for your disdain,
When others bask in favor, free from pain?
What secret law, what pact, what unseen hand
Defines the fortune I can't understand?
I see them flourish, blessed beyond compare,
While I am left to wrestle with despair.
Do they possess some gift that I am blind
To see within myself, some truth, some mind?
Yet here I stand, bewildered by the blows,
Still searching for the source of your caprice,
A question in the silence that life throws,
A plea for peace where there is no release.
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Published on e-Stories.org on 30.08.2024.
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