Hardship to Honours
The wits of a grief stricken mortal
Who haunts in the eve of the night
Summoned from the shadows of darkness
Summoned by death of the light.
You whisper your sacred mantra
And stutter your silent prayers
Sit down and wait for your answer
The silence shows nobody cares.
So you smother your head in the pillow
And cocoon your body with sheets
You force to dream about meadows
So the meadow your nightmare will greet.
No escape from your harrowing failures
Until you finally learn how to hone
To turn these hardships to honours
And make these failures your own.
©Simon London 2012- Hardship to Honours