Resurrecting Myself

With so many thoughts crossing my brain,
My past stands before me making me insane.
The people whom I had thought to be rain,
They turned out to be strong hurricanes.

Life is lovely, I always thought;
With people lovelier, I was taught.
But I can't even explain what I got,
With so many demons in the past, I fought.

Evil has gone but has left its scent,
Which sometimes makes me faint.
It makes me weak with a feeling of "I can't",
In my soul the demon has made a dent.

''Why me?'', I can't even ask the Lord,
As during success I never asked the same to God.
Sometimes I feel like entangled in a cord,
And walking alone in an endless road.

Still every morning I wake up with a hope,
That one day life will be tired of saying "nope".
I wish to march ahead without any stops,
That blockbusters are on the way despite past flops.

That day is not far when life will become tired,
And will give me what I always have desired.
The night has passed and the sun is about to rise,
And I have firm belief that I will get rid of those sadness and cries.