AM I NOT BORN FOR GREATNESS, WHY ME? By Emmanuel Damelare Micheal

 

Oooohh... Why me?

Am I not born to be great?

I feel empty and weary,

My plans are still tight on air,

   Self-heartened, not adjusting.

Things are getting worst and

   tougher; like I'm not saved, as if

   I'm not destined to be great.                          

 

Why me?

Is it that I had no visions to supersede

   my mission for it to be accomplished?

This road seems coarse and unrefined,

Like I'm not distinct to be on the right path.

I see danger crossing my boundary.

Am I not born for greatness?

It seems I lack potentials

And the zeal to flourish my dreams,

That way, I'm still left behind.

 

Why me?

I feel lonely all day long.

My efforts are all in vain; unproductive.

No one to cater for me,

I feel frozen at all words said to me.

 

Oooohh... Why me?

Am I not saved to be great?

People don't see a change in me.

Am I not an optimum of progress?

But all men could see and say is failure.

I feel upset always, falling aside to

   regrets of being alive,

It seems I'm the cause of my pains.

 

Why me?

The days are miserable, undesirable;

   like I'm not sure to be great.

I'm hopeless, yet anxious and eager to get

   out of this cage.

All I can recall is;

"I don't deserve all these".

A stream of tears flowed from my eyes,

Could this burden be turned around for me?

No one cares for me,

But I know it will end soon.

 

Oooh, why me?

I'm bloodless, self blinded and countless,

   always searching for a way forward.

As if the world is not meant for me.

I feel sorrowful all day long and night,

Is this how I will still be?

I wish I can see the end of this?

 

Why me?

I'm distressed, I have the feeling of resting

   my case

Since life is not meant for me,

But suddenly, I heard a strange voice, saying;

   " Forget your sorrows my son, for I have

   paid all for you to be saved, come close to Me

   and have rest".

 

On hearing this, I felt calm and I rest my thoughts

   on this statement.

Oh, of what profit am I worried since Someone,

   somewhere had paid all for me.

I am the major cause of my pains,

I need to work on myself to strive for greatness

  in life.

No more profit in being worried!

 

 About the Author

Emmanuel Damelare Micheal is a 100l student of Ahamdu Bello University, Zaria where he studies Public Administration. He is an active member of Publication Unit F.C.S Kongo, Campus Zaria. 

Check out his recent work

The Road to Success

 


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