Storms And Waves

Never destined to acknowledge The initial stage and sense In safe shade of the custodian Does one, prospers and grows Then grabbing the share of joy Awaiting in the next stage But destroyed by wild waves in third The malefic waves shaking existence A thousand flowers bloomed flourishing my charming garden Nursed by my custodians But when left to the conscious Turned into a stormy ocean Hundreds of wild waves hooding Shaken by the first waves Shook I for a long time Leaving me frail and desperate Unknown to the numbers 17 or 47 Realizing my state and condition A puzzle, riddle and crossroad Stormed by the second waves Wandering unpurposefully Turning life into a wasteland Like one narrated by Eliot The adolescent tragedy A failure of the fate or state! ? Leaving neither to live or die Does a growing in safe custody Knows the pangs of life and growth But it's a bitter truth that life attributes Entangle a blooming in wild waves Like the sovereign executed by his own hands Voice of an unaccomplished soul