Go, go ...

Blow, blow ...

Into pieces

But allow me peace.

I dreamed heaven,

But was simply driven

Into ditch

With no hope to reach.

It was no destination,

But condemnation

And desertion

From loved ones...

No reason is given,

But faith is shaken

To make me alone 

And compelled to leave alone.

I shall live still,

And know the mock drill

That was conducted to ditch me,

At least now I am free.

I am not at mercy

As has been saved by an almighty.

What could have been my position?

If had gone deep into relation ...