When your actions backfire and beat you to a pulp.
Had she miscarried me,
I would be here not.
I would have lived in the womb a limited time.
How can a pot tell a potter,
You have not made me well?
Yet I complain that the one from above made a mistake
For i wish for death in the time of my birth.
Such beautiful deeds He make,
I feel I am not one of them.
I do not know what the future will bring.
Moments are dark in this times.