To Be Or Not To Be

The questions put up by life

Answers to them not so every rife

And sleepless,because of them,my nights

The test of patience,to a level of extreme heights

But I thank God, for those beautiful in between delights

With the world swept away from beneath my feet

And the cuts and wounds, the scars within me,deep

I can't forget those times beneath the stars when all I did was weep

It will take time,it is possible to heal 

To think this way, brings in me, the zeal

This thought upon me did decree in a heap

I still believe my prayers will one day surely reap

Until then,yet again,like Hamlet the future I foresee

All day long,thinking, to be or not to be.