Poem from my stash

I wrote this poem when I was in blunt mood.It was in my stash.Here it goes


Lying on the bed
I mull over my thoughts
The pain of my struggles
Are too strong with deep scars

I always feel to be a victim
For things that I am not subjected
Whom to blame for the game?
Is it the Murphy?or the poor Me?

I shift my thoughts to others
Whew!That also disappoints me
People fight,hurt and kill others
Literally with mere words as weapon

I wish to be free from devastation
With love and affection all around
Life is too short to blame and fight
Understand let us forget and forgive