Anima

This is a poem I wrote about how unfair life can be.

Fortune smiles on the waiting

Dignified life and all its splendor

It would be great to be alive

You suffer from it and work on something

Your reward is a joke that the problem is more

No, life is a complex tapestry of hate and injustice

As you get older, life becomes harder and more powerful rotation

You have to be crushed to the weight of misery

Do not fall into the abyss of despair buoyancy exempt, you keep drowning

Pot of boiling liquid irony in the stomach of some god

Bubbling over making magic will change your life in chaos