The darkest tunnel may
Bring the brightest of light
Sometimes it burns bright
Because, the night before was starry black
The days at times went so cold
That the road that was walked on felt too strange
Trekking alone was the only piece of mind
Some gloves and a jacket, it was
A cup of drugs, some relief from hunger
A taste of self-medicine during
Times, when to be different from oneself
Came back in full circle
Free access to a dire times of tired soul
But lately, to be unique might be the only way to live
And die without grudge.
SIMPLE WORLD 
We just have to keep going. Keep trying.
Nice one sir!
Yes sir…Thanks for stopping by
Better is the end of a matter than the beginning thereof. Sweet, are the uses of adversity. The message is clear. Tnx for the piece.
Yes, “sweet are the uses of adversity” Thanks for reading.
Your piece ‘Beautiful’ expresses how I feel sometimes. Life is no bed of roses and we just have carry on somehow, hoping above hope that everything will work out in the end.
Glad I could share this ride called Living. Hope these walls of life come crumbling at your feet when the moment is due. Greatness will be your name when all is said and written. Cheers