JEREMIAD: "WHO'S GONNA COME TO MY RESCUE?" BY MYLISTIC

I'm lost in thoughts

While supporting my head

For it's become an elephant

My neck keeps making compliments! 

I keep on staggering

Yet I do liquor not

Rather I'm drunk

Drunk from thoughts punches.

My tummy rumbles

As I keep on scrambling

While the struggle must go on

With the fear of crumbling!

I keep getting back on my feet 

Yet I tumble en fall 

Leaving me broken en in pain

While I feel like a twig tree! 

Life no go balance

For it keeps pinning me down

Yet I've no voice to even moan

Who's gonna come to rescue?

©® MYLISTIC MASTER PEN 🖋 🇰🇪

- Kenya

The poet persona laments over the troubles and challenges of life. He is depressed and unable to do anything; he is only able to cry out for help.