Diatribe and distich ' WHEN WILL I RELISH MY EXISTENCE? '

I arrived with cry into the world,
unknown to me was the left nor right.

I arise to see the world I find myself is
a null but bustling garden.

Starting my ambitious race
at the tender stage of life.

Waking in the dark,expressing a tempest dolor
with a stretched soft throat.

On the race till old age,ribs are lame,
my colors are grey
in the hair

Shrimpy is the face and skin,
I couldn't feed on beef but aquatics.

Yet I dwell in abject penury
I never prayed for.

I inherited tenancy in the arid land of monsters,
Which made me end up an oracle of terrestrial mothers.

Galileo Pen Lord.

The poet personae of this piece laments over the the troubles he faces in life. He seems to have heard great dreams since his early life. May God help him.