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He now cry's in is sleep because his eyes refuse to close so deep, and beep of alarm clock every morning makes his heart leap like he is on a bumpy ride. The sound of dawn has lost its sweetness; taste now is like a knife to his weak heart.
Everyday in his live is painted with colures of apprehension; everywhere speaks of face of depression. his face! He has completely fallen apart, travails of life is now currency of his world and poverty has become path that is leading him into a tomorrow that is pregnant with a sunlight that will only skim glimmers of hope.
Why is strength in his faith to overcome his fate becoming so little? Why does he grope for wall like blind?
With jerky unsure movements I walk over to window and stare into open, straining to keep my gaze on moon as if my answers are written on it.
I know that his mind is filled with so much pain and anguish. I also know that lately he has become a stranger to a smile, for wants and needs that he cherishes have refused to flourish. Nevertheless this is not a reason for him to become an outcast like Cain,just wandering, moping and stumbling at noonday as in night.
The going has become rougher for him. Now,his reaction needs to become tougher too. it is written in a book that "sorrows will endure for night, and joy will come in morning".
Hope is available to him
daniel is a script writer. his first novel will soon be published.